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.