Wotan wears this winter
Southern cross
Here [by the riverside]


Wotan wears this winter

Wotan wears this winter, as a gown of white and ice
We crush the leaves below our feet
Some seventeen years old
Wotan flys across the winter evening
By the home, where lay my family
My family...My sleeping family dream

"Bury the queen, but let the king arise..."

Wotan wears this winter upon his breast
He is white as milk that falls from northern skys
Crush the leaves below our feet
No insects praise that sun

Because wotan wears this winter
As he sleeps on evening clouds


Southern cross

Reflections of a southern cross
The sour negro smell
The pain of age, an orange dream
Yet, a tractor in the wind

The river mirrors a southern cross
Old women near a grave
Big brother rapes the young one's brains
Yet, a frost comes with the wind

A frost comes with the wind
The dawn seemed so orange

A mother crawls beneath a quilt
The murder of a child
Blood and soil, ancestral ghost
A frost comes with the dusk

Another needle, a southern cross
The shade of maple leaves
Swirling through the graves of love
A midday frost atlas

A frost comes with the wind
The dawn seemed so orange


Here [by the riverside]

Here, the stars are bright
Here, there are no fights
Here, we all dissolve
Here, we all evolve
Here, the trees are weeds
Here, the grass does glow
Shining on the edge of serpent's rainbow
Here, we fall to pieces
Here, I fall to you
Drunk statues of pain
And you see the greatest thing
Maybe……
Fire, storm clouds in sight
Honour light
Everything dissolves
By the riverside