Black goatskin covers my arms

I am the hunter, at one with the forest

the moon is my eye

the air is so thick, so heavy tonight

someone is crying... or was it laughter?

I enter the fairyland



Frozen silence

Where am I?

Two yellow stars

blaze in the dark



The lion-woman did not devour me

though all my weapons have disappeared

'The poisoned fruit will give life to the dead'

I was told by the golden Sphinx



From that time I am your servant

thank you, Liberator, for opening my eyes

on wooded peaks of desolate Parnassus

I have rected altars of bones

Ecstatic dances play with the torchlight

wind from the sea hug naked bodies

the mystic feast for you is prepared

just give the sign to let down the knife



Come to us, whose name is Life and Death,

and teach us not to fear the silence of the night