The blood کے بول

The escape from the blood... Out of the wound of time... Caused by the horned shadow, with a sword as tongue... The rivers are circling... Somewhere over me... The union to a throat, the death vomitting... The delirium returns with outstretched wings, stuck with blood... I am falling... Here, in the valley of birth, here i´m lying in wait... Here, on the mountain of arrival, here the final bite... And the horned shadow with the double-tongued sword stuns me with the kiss... The kiss of sleep... And the reward will be delirium... For you and me...