Air chilling down
To greedy soil
Dusted bushes grow
Up to moonlight's cold
Night falling down
On these dim woods
Where foliate might
Whirling from the sky
Arachnid's dream
Running into wilds -
Thin fiber's fly
In the leady clouds
Berries of stars
Holes of the snags
Shank has grown and grown -
Soil is what we got
Oh, how your hammer
Clanging in a dark
Give me the shine
Of your snaky hands
Give me the cold
Of your diamond eyes
The turbid thunder
Of your heart
Uncolored smoke
Floating on the soil
Straight upon the ground
From the water � crooked
Arachnid dream
Running into wilds -
Thin fiber's fly
In the leady clouds
Lake waiting for
Circle of flames
Quiet water-flows
Will wash out the web
Whispering soil
In the dreamy haze
Watching the moon
By arachnid's gaze
Oh, how your hammer
Clanging in a dark
Give me the shine
Of your snaky hands
Give me the cold
Of your diamond eyes
The turbid thunder
Of your heart
Lake waiting for
Circle of flames
Quiet water-flows
Will wash out the web
Uncolored smoke
Floating on the soil
Straight upon the ground
From the water � crooked
Arachnid's dream
Running into wilds -
Thin fiber's fly
In the leady clouds
Whispering soil
In the dreamy haze
Watching the moon
By arachnid's gaze
Oh, how your hammer
Clanging in a dark
Give me the shine
Of your snaky hands
Give me the cold
Of your diamond eyes
The turbid thunder
Of your heart
Bless me
To this battle of will
Crash me down
With your mighty heel
Oh, how your voice
Clanging in my will
I am reflected
In the mirrors of fate
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