Delirium - Golden Apes

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…