Be My Wolf
Translation by: Afshin Nassiri
Afshin Nassiriã1996
Be my wolf
Till the white sighting of the moon;
Clutch your paws
Onto the cloud of oblivion.
Perdition of lethargy
Requires bitterness.
Sink deep into the soul,
Your sharp fang.
Wake me up.
The pine tree gets beneedled,
The moon rolls over in the valley,
Venus, the morning star
Gives my awakening
The evil eye.
From: My Earth Altered
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