Black goatskin covers my arms
I am the hunter, at one with the forest the moon is my eye the air is so thick, so heavy tonight someone is crying... or was it laughter?
I enter the fairyland
Frozen silence
Where am I?
Two yellow stars blaze in the dark
The lion-woman did not devour me though all my weapons have disappeared '
The poisoned fruit will give life to the dead'
I was told by the golden
Sphinx From that time
I am your servant thank you,
Liberator, for opening my eyes on wooded peaks of desolate
Parnassus
I have rected altars of bones
Ecstatic dances play with the torchlight wind from the sea hug naked bodies the mystic feast for you is prepared just give the sign to let down the knife
Come to us, whose name is
Life and Death, and teach us not to fear the silence of the night
