Slow mine feet are,
Frozen their veins,
Still closing helplessly afar,
Waking the creatures within.
I am a lonely traveller,
Awaiting to sleep eternally
Under those cold woods,
As my fall brings them
Shadows of their wings,
As howling their pleeds.
Wounded, I lay on ground
Listening their needs.
It's dark and cold
And they fly slowly offering me
The way they were told.
To feast mine fleshly dreaming,
Mine fleshly dreaming.
After it at the end
They tear up my soul.
And they know surely,
They raped mine soul.
And they know surely, that
They raped mine soul.