Отсутствует (исполнитель: Неизвестен)
Shafted again our bistort senses vervain divine in the driest ground, and magic of our betony can track and map the wind and rain, yet the death-rattle sorrel went unheard we expected, deep in bracts, we knew, in perianth and sepal, just forgot the [bad word] we cluster we hoard ourselves for fibrous return, to sainforth our everlasting, a spur of what we are, but for now, charlock and cluster, deep in the ground, awaiting our return