when the dark veil of time is casting these
unbearable nights of loneness, I'm always left
crippled by the screams of wild orphans and
mares leaping out of the black sea

ohh these mares of old!

always creeping, seeping beneath
the crumbling bones of my childhood longing

ohh these mares of old!

always reaping, scraping the
blood off my unploughed heart
an ancient dye to etch these icy halls
where I'm left

eerily cold