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Bloodhound

It flies like a pale hoof
Pain pressed familiar bellows
Iron, my mount, sparks of the stone
Stomping it demands fire
The chest is covered in screws, and the sinewy
Forearm is strained
The moon rotating around the cart rips the blanket
The spine is frozen
 
A white moon blazes, the bloodhound drives a dead one
A white moon blazes, the bloodhound drives a dead one
 
My cogwheel beats in the rapid, snapping blades
The iron leg stomps the blood of the breaking thing
On the mane splitting the shoulders, rough needles
Behind me the poor bloodhound rips the edges of its fur
 
"Living one, aren't you afraid?" The deceased one drives to the gate
"I myself listen with dread how the others have taken me"
Heat boils under my shoe, the hoofs beat, beginning to
Lift the soil of the calm ones, a burning alights in the lantern
 
Everything disappears from the woods, the living one is left alone
For a moment a strange hand gropes, looking for the gate
A cloth is left in the hand, name your terms, living one?
To not have the alder grove of day growing on my grave
 
A white moon blazes, the bloodhound drives a dead one
A white moon blazes, the bloodhound drives a dead one
 
A white moon blazes, the bloodhound drives a dead one
A white moon blazes, the bloodhound drives a dead one
 
My cogwheel beats in the rapid, snapping blades
The iron leg stomps the blood of the breaking thing
On the mane splitting the shoulders, rough needles
Behind me the poor bloodhound rips the edges of its fur
 
The time of the steps falls away, my day is too much
The shirt off my back is left behind to warm the maiden of dirt
 
Bloodhound!
Bloodhound!
Bloodhound!
Bloodhound!
Bloodhound!
 
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