"No time

Open the door

Killers dance

a bloodless floor

Seasons are a lost cause

Waters breach without pause

He sits still

In this old chair

He sits still

Threads the needle with care

lay back, old man

Lay down, clear your hand

Its piercing

fits, hollowed voicing

Ticking worlds push the volume down

Faces drawn from enduring hounds

Yet I try, deceiving

Come along, Here the blood-let begin

Its now or never the boy will surely die

He’ll surely die

With our bellies full

It’s all we can hope for

It will not come true

Oh

And the head dress gone

Bend the will in you

carve the nose with stone

bite through teething glass

We still have more to do

All we want is the wind

Carry us up toward the the sail

Though we take overhead

promise to share the all spoil

Here us

See us

The snow is heavier than before

Cold hair

The roof caves

home made whole from the hole in the wall

These notes mean nothing

This song no different than before

so bite your tongue

Wait in line for the next one

Cant

Count the days

Count all the ways

With our bellies full

Is this our

this cannot come true

Oh

And the head dress gone

Bend the will in you

carve the nose with stone

bite through teething glass

We still have more to do

All we want is the wind

Carrying toward the the sail

Though we take overhead

promise to share the all spoils

Take it, all from their plates

Take it, all off their mind

Take it, all of the hate

Take it, all of their time"

Tzarina is:

-Craig William (vocals, guitar)

-Michael Forsyth (bass, vocals)

-Mark Ayesh (guitar, vocals)

-Robert Scott Abrams (drums, percussion)

Cinemtography and Direction by Tom Flynn

Mixed and Mastered by Nick Bellmore