Chiselled like a mountain,

and thrice as strong,

the Piper leads astray.

The grey valleys,

and stealing gaze,

"Want to take me away?"

Warmth like new blood,

protect me from the storms,

he bears with me today.

The armies have gone,

and his hand is still.

Two hands were meant to pray...

Resolution to this passion.

Open my legs

and bear my soul.

And pray for what we both want to say.