Abeyant winding way
 Cascades sheltered in white
 Lead them far astray
 Where shrouded frail may hide

 Pursued is ones prey
 Into trackless ground of frozen grey
 Flight to river marmoreal
 Where cold-blooded winds of north them flay

 Streams blind and old
 No sin or virtue here avails
 Tede them nameless holds
 Berths beneath thine waves

 March onward unmarked trails
 Horns underneath bay strident wails
 Upon coiling spine
 Shed ice-white blades of serpent scales

 Frost upon their graves
 Furrows fraught with dead
 Thill waters to deprave
 And [bad word] the river red