So murky over the ground
We shove luminous tomb stones about the light

Alass! The night will go
Strange and big under the spirits

We lick lustful delusions above the towers
Damn! The sin is gone

Weird and big beyond the water
We smell poisonous fangs against the towers

Be luminous. The sin has fled
flickering wanting

turning away
an unreliable map

Where in the end
my likeness

ask his way
while the snow fell