To The Wolves Testo

call the Cruelsjoin hands
tonight the dark
could probably kill a man
a body's warmth
ecstasy
sweet grass burns
and smells like sex to me
you only said
I never knew you,
depart from me
you're an unknown
so Egypt lies
awake in bed
perfurmed with myrrhs and cinnamon
and Christmas passed/past
your dearest friend
who speaks with God
is back again
but didn't I do great things for you?