Like bandages of ice
	As if they could heal my wounds, but they're incurable

	When all the branches stroke my hair
	Like your fingers do
	As if they could make me forget, but I can't walk back

	I hear another racking call, it burns me out

	When all the fog rises up
	Like a white veil of silk
	As if it could close my eyes, but I've seen too much

	And again I hear this racking call, it burns me out

	I see you walking barefoot, I feel your dying shades
	I know your world will crumble down
	I hear your evil laughing, I watched your killing change
	And I hear another racking call

	So I am stumbling through the night
	Confused and destroyed
	Can noone hear my cries for help?
	But maybe I am dumb
	I feel my body escaping, somehow my body is failing
	I scream - another racking call