Slow mine feet are,
frozen their veins
Still closing helplessly afar,
waking the creatures within

I am a lonely traveller,
awaiting to sleep eternally
Under those cold woods,
as my fall brings them

Shadows of their wings,
as howling their pleeds
Wounded, i lay on ground
listening their needs

It's dark and cold
and they fly slowly
the way they were told
To feast mine fleshly dreaming
And they know surely,
they raped mine soul