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