When all the clouds surround my head   Like bandages of ice   As if they could heal my wounds, but they're incurable      When all the branches stroke my hair   Like your fingers do   As if they could make me forget, but I can't walk back      I hear another racking call, it burns me out      When all the fog rises up   Like a white veil of silk   As if it could close my eyes, but I've seen too much      And again I hear this racking call, it burns me out      I see you walking barefoot, I feel your dying shades   I know your world will crumble down   I hear your evil laughing, I watched your killing change   And I hear another racking call      So I am stumbling through the night   Confused and destroyed   Can noone hear my cries for help?   But maybe I am dumb   I feel my body escaping, somehow my body is failing   I scream - another racking call