Black goatskin covers my arms
I am the hunter, at one with the forest
the moon is my eye
the air is so thick, so heavy
someone is crying... or was it laughter?
I enter the fairyland
Where am I?
blaze in the dark
The lion-woman did not devour me
though all my weapons have disappeared
'The poisoned fruit will
give life to the dead'
I was told by the golden Sphinx
From that time I am your servant
thank you, Liberator, for opening my
on wooded peaks of desolate Parnassus
I have rected altars of bones
Ecstatic dances play with the torchlight
the sea hug naked bodies
the mystic feast for you is prepared
just give the sign to let down the knife
Come to us, whose name
is Life and Death,
and teach us not to fear the silence of the night