The Spoonbill Generator

On a hilltop, left of Rheims,       [Apsley ]

On a blazing chair       [Roland ]

I thought to fall asleep       [Apsley ]

Despite these poison dreams       [Roland ]

An Unreal City       [Apsley ]

Shall make the pilgrim weep       [Roland ]

Only weeping, tear by tear,       [Apsley ]

In a scalding font       [Roland ]

Shall make the spirit free       [Beefy ]

And the soul, in jeopardy       [Roland ]

Of untold penitence       [Beefy ]

Repents its broken schemes       [Roland ]