Worrisome oaf
Cradle of milk
Hunted and bitten

Snarl of ice
Whispering dread
Call again through the storm

Deaden the chorus of hatred
Retrieve us from our pouring lusts
We know no other mother sir

Please repeat your prayer
My nose breaks as do my ears in the madness 
Deafening anger assaults back
Taste is putrid waters of my own making

I&#39;m hurled in the advance
Grasp my neck and cover my shame
Pour your wisdom before our doors
You, having escaped the rains