The Twins

                      J

I light a flame for remembrance,
Letting the husk fall to the ground.

Sound,

The love that knows no bounds,
The strength of irreverence.

Wound

Around that spit,
The spool of conditioning.

I hold one finger up to my lips,
(Hoor-Paar-Kraat)

Strength and Silence.

                      B

I light a fire of irreverence,
letting the husk burn all around.

Sound,

The lust that knows no bounds,
The strength of innocence.

Rewound,

Around that spit,
The spool inconsiderate.

I hold one finger to my lips,
(Hoor-Paar-Kraat)

Strength and Silence.