The Shrill Voice -

I’ve seen the dirt

Climbing the stairways

The wind lies ill

For it touched their faces

You starved man

The air should not be shared

You’re lonesome

You’re filled with disgust

«Is his unshakable decrepit trait

Which makes me speak to you gravedigger

„Oh!

save his body from the obscure…“

And like a doll in a tyrannical child play, tie his hands and pull him along

Drag him night after night over the old streets of this city

He will start to lose his features, they’ll remain on the filthiness of the

ground

His flesh will spread in pieces and he will wear himself out

On the very same street he wandered so blind for many years

He never looked beyond those narrow alleys…»

… Out in the forest there’s a wolf who looks its kind with distrust…

Face the landslide

The lightning’s heat

«A herd of wolves is here

Brought a weapon for me»

Rest above the cliffs, walk the steep

Swim the swamp and mud

Yield the shrill voice…

Die high, blood bathe me

The night cries the time’s farewell

You starved wolf, you’re wandering alone

You’re lonesome, you’re filled with disgust

Eat my flesh you’ll need it…