Amongst the pines. In them.
A homeland cold, but warm
Sunlight radiant, a vampire i am.
Eating the yolk of innocence.

My face, that ugly soul,
But good thoughts lie in them.
You don’t dare to see
Blind you are to the brighter light.

Ride on your dying horse, what care
As long as you reach your goal
What horse, what goal
Once you see your soul

Catch that breeze on the winter night.
That keeps you warm.
Sleep with good will
Sheared from the wool of sheep.

No prayer, no song only an empty hole.


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