Fall in the grass and wait when night changing morning,
When sun changing twilight and beautiful moon.
No reach out of palms to blood stained mouth,
Then fear pursue you in deeper cold hell.
You be run though dark, you dressed in the gray hair-the gray skin,
You as sacred belief maybe "this time I can":
Be able stay of beast, wild wolf in the circle of the forest:
Memory is it black curtain; by human I walk:
To nights stars and mornings sky,
To days Queen sun and midnight moon.
:I walk again there:
Give me, Emperor of the nights, of vast possession,
Of smell of the fowl, man and blood splash from vein!
Only day, roar with laughter in face:
"Your wolfs majestic,
Back in your villages home
And suffer between of the walls!"
In everyone drowsing of the principles
That fall to lot from ancestors,
Not renewal to humans beast.
At silent church
I hide from light
And ask another God
I want take of the wolfs skin.
Fall in the grass and cry
When sun changing twilight and beautiful moon.
No reach out of palms to blood stained mouth,
Then fear pursue you in deeper cold hell.
You be run though dark, you dressed in the gray hair-the gray skin,
You as sacred belief maybe "this time I can":
Be able stay of beast, wild wolf in the circle of the forest:
Memory is it black curtain; by human I walk:
To nights stars and mornings sky,
To days Queen sun and midnight moon.
:I walk again there:
Give me, Emperor of the nights, of vast possession,
Of smell of the fowl, man and blood splash from vein!
Only day, roar with laughter in face:
"Your wolfs majestic,
Back in your villages home
And suffer between of the walls!"
In everyone drowsing of the principles
That fall to lot from ancestors,
Not renewal to humans beast.
At silent church
I hide from light
And ask another God
I want take of the wolfs skin.
Fall in the grass and cry