III "Salvation"

My mind winding all around the truth

Widowed thoughts tied to a vine

Circling, spinning around the desperate moon

Views through windows of the alpine

 

Whistle to me in the hour of despair

I lie awake in my bed

Instead of counting sheep soaring in air

I'm counting which are dead and not there

 

Close your eyes when you go to sleep

Instead of counting grace

Sink your minds and drown the sheep

For the widow shall you obey 

 

The closed-splintered shard claws of the widow

Dig deep into my brain

In my attempt to close the window

Shutters circulate through my vain

 

The long, black tail now wrapped around my skull

I can rest my head again

Soaring in the dark purple sky, when the moon is full

Eyes meet eagles in heaven

 

Blackbird singing in the darkest clouds

The tunes of morbid salvation

Sing in my last hours to make you proud 

To possess my deprivation