Many Long Fingers Bent In Pain lyrics

My moving form Makes ugly knots in the wind Many long fingers bent in pain The meadow, slick and sewn with frost, Ruined as my footsteps crush webs Into the marble I curse myself and the warm steam curls The moon's gaze is broken as i pass And my shadow starves the moss of light A sharp branch scrapes my cheek Pierced and stunned i frailly ask Was debt repaid? Slowly i am spurned The branch had snapped In the clearing light is low And lower near the sulking brush I lay down my things I would bleed into the earth If it would not break the silence I would enter the ground if it would not make it warm