With my haunting memories
I'm still staring into a narrowing funnel
Where bats fly


Look at my plated face
Eaten by rain and rust

Washed by a blye glacial torrent

My shadow is pinned against a sweating wall

With all the immensity of feelings in my heart
No one could satisfy my excessive thirst for blood
My carnal lust for the incarnadine


I step onto the freshly frozen snow
You'll not see my footsteps to follow


I'm the hay in the mass of green grasses
I've seen everything from dark to blazing bright


I strike down with the power of falling stones
I see you lying in the heat of the sun

Your odour spread in the air
A scent beloved by vultures