There was an echo, an old sore,
A bewildering reflection.
No winds, but cricket chirps
alongside to the trail.
Traces before me.
Something flitting across.
Maybe a shadow, a famine imagery.
A pasture on the left repeals my worry
That no soul had been here before me
As at this glimpse of joy appeared
A long lost fiend who spoke to me:
Welcome, brother.
Welcome, traitor.
Welcome, ever longed-for Intimate.
Repent and atone in vengeful embrace.
In vengeful embrace.
I was seized with mere fear
As at his words I did recall
A face, a name, my frailty.
A tragedy in december snow.
And all turned into rampant
Tendrils entwined about my neck.
A mist gathered where suns would be
And again he did speak to me
A bewildering reflection.
No winds, but cricket chirps
alongside to the trail.
Traces before me.
Something flitting across.
Maybe a shadow, a famine imagery.
A pasture on the left repeals my worry
That no soul had been here before me
As at this glimpse of joy appeared
A long lost fiend who spoke to me:
Welcome, brother.
Welcome, traitor.
Welcome, ever longed-for Intimate.
Repent and atone in vengeful embrace.
In vengeful embrace.
I was seized with mere fear
As at his words I did recall
A face, a name, my frailty.
A tragedy in december snow.
And all turned into rampant
Tendrils entwined about my neck.
A mist gathered where suns would be
And again he did speak to me