Cry first and then write
I cannot think, my chest is tight
Love is crippled by the past
Like a sparrow in a trap
The air is thin, the lungs are dead
The blood swells inside my head
Love is terrified by crones
Witches spells and vulture bones
Into the cave, death leads the way
Night laughs at weeping day
Love stands before the cave-in
Like the ghost of a screaming raven
The train is riding down the river
The suspension bridge is black and withered
The sky is filled by angels fighting
And from their mouths fall drips of lightning
