Soon to wake, so weary, so old Another faceless October morn A night torn by time Spent sitting deathless Amongst languished graves Plagued by a lifetime Destined to float homeless Upon murky waves Desperately wondering What to name this conspiracy... ...Where man has no part Between dirt and sun Between worm and woeful star Burning from afar I remember last winter Seeking comfort in the wine offered from your neck I remember last winter A lustful play, us both to wreck Under damp death of day to fail Forever's gloomy ocean to sail I foresee the coming winter Seeking comfort in unwilling skin I foresee the coming winter Bitter sunrise revealing my sin