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