I sit in your desert
As a stone
Your dry breath
Does not enter my bones

All things around me
Ebb under your
Great vanity leveling
A vision of blood strata

Each day is the day
After the days of vengeance
There is no peace for travelers
But I have cast my spell

Let her only see
My blood, my bones and a skull
And keep in the deep
My faith, my strength and philosophies