I crawl against the wind The chafe, the freeze, brethren Housed in holy grim For there’s hunting in this wind For their eyes were watching wrong They drank a cup of poison’s song Heresy Bloodletting, in her I believe For they don’t own your skin I see Eros in the wind Housed in prurient grins For they hurt, they kill, they win You surrender all your arms To become somebody’s charm Cruelty Bloodshedding, in her I still believe