The vulturous to shape the contours of the earth
A foaming armful therefore washing through the carst
Wonder if you could fill the hole that gapes in me
And flatten thorns that grew...
A strange routine to lay, yells to the rushing steams
Yeaning to pare all my rims
My self-control bequearth, leave the sense behind
Wrapped in my veil of untime...
I wish you were carver
And stroke the only tool
Eternity to shape the cyclone keen...
And all the tiring labour
The vanity of fool
To try and to unveil the libertime...
I've learned to understand the whispers of her mouth
Could stand the goose-flesh that her touch was giving me
Was screaming naked reaching out when passing rocks
She flattened me from world...
Whirling streams, my hair littered with the scees
Seething with my constancy
Wherefore to love the chains, the black of the deep
Adoring her dead-cold embrace
A strange routine to lay, yells to the rushing steams
Yeaning to pare all my rims
My self-control bequearth, leave the sense behind
Wrapped in my veil of untime...
