Why a picture
Is it all too false
The shepherd gathers in
Voices from the darkness
Bleeding from lonely mountains
They are more quiet at day
Sight in the sun
Live and survive
The tale is not weary
Relief of the night
You will never wake up
The mind must die
Sleep to me now
I'm pounding
Release this beat
This nerve
Anesthetize this being
You will never awaken
Tomorrow is on the other side
Of a sight that is night
Shelter me
O mother of miracles
I am entangled in swamps