My saviour, keeper of my wishes
the burning candle drips blood
in every part of body is thorn of destiny
Lifeless is easy life in circle
Tell, what do you see behind the shadow of mirror
maybe, what is my power of stones
Tell, my carnage, my enemy, my mayhem
Ways of past are crying under the weight of wings
magic ball is full of water with colour of steel
Staff with traits of my face with — a grining smile
Disclosing of mask can — ritual
Digger with hood is coming pagan fear — over dish of vine
Smell of virility, smell of feminity — womb is put together — You Soothsayer