Still the fields are in motion   Not as pictures but as time   Hunting the white plague   In the absence of my body      I watch myself drown   in the blue aura   Of mine and I see   The swans leave the pond      But still the words circle   Around my head like flies      The gnashing marble teeth   Were disturbing my slumber   And there I was in the middle   Of a game called chess   But my vagabond initiated the process      Yet the fields are in motion   Not as time but as clouds   Falling as silver rain   And washing away the heavy blood      The gnashing marble teeth   Were disturbing my slumber   And there I was in the middle   Of a game called chess   But my vagabond initiated the process