The escape from the blood...
Out of the wound of time...
Caused by the horned shadow,
with a sword as tongue...

The rivers are circling...
Somewhere over me...
The union to a throat, the death vomitting...
The delirium returns with outstretched
wings, stuck with blood...

I am falling...

Here, in the valley of birth, here i´m lying in wait...
Here, on the mountain of arrival, here the final bite...
And the horned shadow with the
double-tongued sword stuns me with the kiss...
The kiss of sleep...
And the reward will be delirium...
For you and me...