The ride in the night
Under yellow clouds
Sweet scent
Delicate shoulder blades

9 hours close
Scorpion jackets
Red moments
In the thicket of hope

The leaden casket
Pyramids within
Secretly stored
Worlds of one who has died

Reach me your hand!
So we may conquer the night
Glorious and greedy
Transcending blood and time

You offer me your sting
Untouched
Untouchable
Like a legend

Born in high-rises
On the eternal shores of the North
Encoded
Understood only by the initiated

The poorest stand in circles
Throwing invisible words
You want to catch them
With your sting