1. oktober 2005 – VIII. letnik
The killers came from the Outland, killing and killing and killing in the spring and filling every crevice with that seed. And ripening
a bone blooms between the marrows a skull peeps out, and come the cries of children running up to mummy with handfuls of human eyes.
Oh, lay my face between your paps And drown me in your endless peace Oh, teach me how with gentle steps To bear myself, to make a truce
Faraway they know my name The whisper came for me tonight Despair and his accomplice Time Accompany the early light
Were I to stay and stay for life Despair would hammer his divorce And injure this discovered love And hollow out a lover’s face
It’s better to be on my way With only here and now of you Than to allow the prophesy Of loveless Time to be the truth
I was never more than poor Never wanted less than good Never wanted more than warmth Never kissing where I could
The love I had was never full Until it met me at your lips And poured a bliss into my soul And played upon my fingertips
There’s that summons in the wind Drumming me into the open I’m leaving it, this quiet room This one-way conversation
Sleep. Sleep on and sleep without My body and my fiction I know my heart, I know my route My worth and my addiction
I gathered black flowers Gathered them by night In the hopeless meadow In the poison light
I drank a passion drink Drank a poison drink Drank it seeming sweet Sold my soul to seeming sweet And sold my soul too cheap
Stamping on the higher slope That black horse will have his way He’s muscled like a muscled rope The one the Devil cannot break
The force of him can force the field And force across that meadow The spark of him is fire-heeled A flyer in the fire’s shadow
Down the lonely length of hours His raging ruts my head Spattering black flowers With blood’s corrosive red
Over earth frozen tight black flight, black on white two crows
cra, cra nae faurer can we fa
blown frozen over earth over water frozen white winter white
cra, cra nane ava, nane ava
black famine blown over frozen earth, black on white go the crows
cra, cra wing wing awa
Prevedel: Angus Reid
