Noah will not contact you
Noah will not allow you to contact her
When the ground is dry, the fleece will be dry
When the ground is wet, the fleece will be wet
You are the scorpion under the rock
You are not the eagle in the sky
What you need to see, you will not see
What you need to hear, you will not hear
The priest will see you and be on his way
The Levite will see you and be on his way
The Samaritan will see you and be on his way
Time moves in one direction
Time will not stop for you
Noah’s ark has sailed without you
You will eat the fruit of the ground under your feet
If you do not eat, you will starve
The savor of the fruit will be delightful
But you will always be hungry
You will die in the spice mines of Kessel
She will not smuggle you to freedom
One day, your king will tell his story
But you will be nowhere to be found
Noah will not contact you
Noah will not allow you to contact her
Abandon all hope, ye who enter here
The Tomb of the Unknown Soldier
