If I’d died a three-night-old
Been lost in my swaddling hand
I’d have needed but a span of doth
A span more of wood,
But a cubit of goof earth
Two words from the priest
Three verses from the cantor
One clang from the bell
Amorphis
anchorite
the one who lives in seclusion… / aquele que vive em seclusão…
anchorite 