The circle is vicious ofnThoughts altogether vainnHaunted by battles lostnStill living on Idian landnI clap my dirty handsnGiven over to self and leftnTo own devicesnA quaking in the personnnAll his glorynAll his glorynnDeep devotionnAt the bottom of the seanIniquity goes down like waternI have been staff strucknBy a finger in the sandnnAll his glorynAll his glorynnThis circle is viciousnSpoken behind the handnIt is the stormnThat brought me innnHallelujahnHallelujah