My river of serpents, innocence is your name When dawn entwines me in its cold dew The grass awakes the serpent's dream Oh, mournful eyes, lust is gone Forever seems the cold morning mist The river of mine, waters of black hate Pure am I, I saw a ghost of her dying light (The river, it crawls close to me... And serpents are all around my forlorn shade Haunting me, the whispering of ghosts The longing won't stop, my raven heart The grass whispers, the mist is my veil Of innocence and of my hate...) Take me down, let me be free In my river of serpent dreams Tending the cold caresses, my mournful eyes My suffering is your time... (The longing won't stop, light descends Of suffering he is born, the shade of man He once was... he once was a light...)