Without motion there is touch here
And urge endless...
My stench could not rise above
Just as I can not tell anymore,
Neither to hear your voice again
Listen how I try to crawl far below
To reach the surface for a kiss
To get a grip on your face
There is just this veil between us...

(I would tell you to shun humanity
After a thousand years of grief and pity
There they chased me out the woods
As you told them my name

I would tell you about the blasphemies
That mankind erased our freedom
But so feeble you shrivel
Down the cold soil
In your poor ugly shell

I would tell you about the Gates
That sparkle abyss inside
Where fiery lamasshtu lured me with their choir
Into a grave so silent
On which you sadly moan tonight)