are words from the sound mouths?. I can't understand how they silence the voices It's a new day in the old life. He looks healthy with a tan on the white sheath. Across the table where the blood
. Incomprehensible Arthur called a knight young Galahad. Saw in his sheath no sword he had. Took him where the sword held by the stone. Offered him there to make it his own. Pull me, pull me, pull me He fell on
silken sheath. We don't see what they're made of. They shout about love but when push comes to shove. They live for the things they're afraid of And the knowledge that they fear. Is a weapon to be used
retreat. . I dreamt I saw an angel bright, a halo on his brow. His golden sword lay in it's sheath beneath his silver shroud. I drwa thee not, he cried aloud. Though your deeds like spears strike my
