• Calm wind brushing my hair
    parades of glitter astound me
    The caterpillar retching life
    into the old oak tree

    Music playing in the forest of stags
    following faith until the end
    Lash out and beat me
    for I am the one who beset you

    The mist from the Lake of Riddles
    mocks the sweet scent of the honeysuckle
    Death awaits those who hurt me
    in the land of my Dreams

    Scratches on the faces of angels
    show the evil inside
    Lash out and beat me
    for I am the one who beset you

    The sun of opportunity shines through the darkness
    held down by the rain of poortith
    The orchestra of fear
    daring all those who emerge from the womb

    Silver light of the full moon
    exposing seas of red
    Lash out and beat me
    for I am the one who beset you