a shiver creeps down my spine as i wander through these hordes and when these callous arm streches out for me i feel at home you are the beholders of silence still your voice of wisdom means more to me than the words from a thousand men ever will in a time with religious whores which keeps fucking the same cock i gasp for air you are my shelter a forthcoming winter night from one of your mighty arms i will hang in a rope i am you and you are the earth your presence is indispensable for the existence of life your elegy in stormy nights one with the earth and one with death 