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