I crawl against the wind
The chafe, the freeze, brethren
Housed in holy grim
For there’s hunting in this wind

For their eyes were watching wrong
They drank a cup of poison’s song
Heresy
Bloodletting, in her I believe

For they don’t own your skin
I see Eros in the wind
Housed in prurient grins
For they hurt, they kill, they win

You surrender all your arms
To become somebody’s charm
Cruelty
Bloodshedding, in her I still believe