Well I stepped into an avalanche, 
It covered up my soul; 
When I am not this hunchback that you see, 
I sleep beneath the golden hill. 
You who wish to conquer pain, 
You must learn, learn to serve me well.

When I am on a pedestal, 
You did not raise me there. 
Your laws do [bad word] me 
To kneel grotesque and bare.

I can feel you when you breathe.