I bleed with the blood of the Ages;
I cry out with the song of the Night.
'Tis darkness that fills my life's pages,
Devoid of all honor and light.

I scream with the scream of Transgression;
I weep with the tears of Deceit.
My dreams are swept up on the wings of Confession
To fly over her blood-covered streets.

I mount up with wings like an eagle
Hunted and shot in cold blood.
I fall to the earth in a heap, no more regal
Than dirt in the palm of the Lord.

My body is torn into pieces
And thrown to the wind to be free.
The gust upon which I ride never ceases;
Its song is all that is left of me.

Written in Spring 1993