...I
fear the lightning of heavens
The voices of the gods seem
a thunder rattling my soul
So I
return to my cold abode
deep in the caves where the
fantasies of fear are made with
a soul in my jaw
hoping
to satisfy the curse of my hunger
But past the wrath of the skies
when the gods have fallen
into a slumber and the
midnight swallows
the great plains
I
wander again
tasting the air for a distinct scent that
visits the hollow night
and prey upon the
blind...