And the sky is full of blood
In towering rage
Dying birds... They grasp my arms
And the human heart

Obedience and devotion
Pray'n curse
A shadow in knowledge

Pure inferno inside of me
In sharpness lie the trees
My flesh is the eldest sorrow

Black Blood raised
The sky , maybe clear
On too low a throne
Black blood raised

Centuries fall
Like twinkling shadows upon me
And my blood crushes their ardour.