Lovlee ladeebug, ye'll nae be flien hame, Ye're a fine wee red beedel Tha nipp'd me fleshee arm. Ye've nae hame afire, Ye've nae wee ones alane; Ye bit me lovelee ladeebug, 'nd ye'll nae be flien hame.
I lay here in the mud “Eat!” I say and let them lust over my blood. “Eat!” I beg. My body has become a carcass for my mind. I will surrender my pain to this earth knowing I have been drained for something pure. I will be given to a thirst so immaculate as if this is what it has all been for.