When all the clouds surround my head 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