Words holy animals, wet of sweat when I touch
Thy face hot, a heart blooded
I never knew the way there
Though I knew the way
I could not walk
Which of us can laugh after a painful fall
When finding a stone star-born from the ground
Rest thy head now
Lay from your flight
Let the world go its way
Towards the Great Night
Towards the Great Night
Thy madness fit mine madnesses perfectly
Harvest feasts on your brow
Lust like rapids foam
Thy strength strips my stony self to skin
Like wind's shepherd
Gripping us firmly
The treasure lies there, I know, where we once laid
Not knowing our happiness, nor our home