The air causes pain filling my chest.
Catarrh and blood drain from my mouth.
And when my legs shake and don't support,
Don't support my weight, I bow.
A big tree away point its branchs to the sky,
And its shadow pomess me rest and peace.
On a last act of effort, I give my hope,
And I run, I fall and creep to the shelter.
Laid down over the meadow,
I admire the shine of the blood away, away, away
My eyes lose themselves on the green imensity
I have no idea of time or space anymore.
My senses lose themselves on the fresh of the rest.
The wound close itself while my instincts go away.
But the nightfall brings its beasts,
Who face me and with its eyes enter me,
I feel what they feel, I see all of they see
I feel myself, and I search with him a victim
Running over the meadow,
Hunting and mutilating,
Thirst for blood!
I rise my head and howl to the moon,
And of my prisioners I keep laughing, laughing.