Let the rock fertilise To protect us from the fever Of dizziness

Fix the moment into eternity Freeze the wave that hurls us Into the ogre’ s belly If you truly are

The god of all seasons

A voice then will whisper : “What use is it To throw a purple veil Over this cursed vision” My soul cried with pain As cold and dead I walked Across the markets of the city

While crowds were consumed By a ring of fire. How could I protect them From fire, from dizziness? Dig more deeply, gravedigger Dig the grave, dig