Without motion there is touch here And urge endless... My stench could not rise above Just as I can not tell anymore Neither to hear your voice again Listen how I try to crawl far below To reach the surface for a kiss To get a grip on your face There is just this veil between us... (I would tell you to shun humanity After a thousand years of grief and pity There they chased me out the woods As you told them my name I would tell you about the blasphemies That mankind erased our freedom But so feeble you shrivel Down the cold soil In your poor ugly shell I would tell you about the Gates That sparkle abyss inside Where fiery lama**htu lured me with their choir Into a grave so silent On which you sadly moan tonight)