Black goatskin covers my armsI am the hunter, at one with the forestthe moon is my eyethe air is so thick, so heavy tonightsomeone is crying... or was it laughter?I enter the fairylandFrozen silenceWhere am I?Two yellow starsblaze in the darkThe lion-woman did not devour methough all my weapons have disappeared'The poisoned fruit will give life to the dead'I was told by the golden SphinxFrom that time I am your servantthank you, Liberator, for opening my eyeson wooded peaks of desolate ParnassusI have rected altars of bonesEcstatic dances play with the torchlightwind from the sea hug naked bodiesthe mystic feast for you is preparedjust give the sign to let down the knifeCome to us, whose name is Life and Death,and teach us not to fear the silence of the night |
