Someone goes behind my back Someone keeps silent in wood of mine It's my shadow follow my back Its a wolf is borne to crucify Mother clay rescue me Otherwise I'll perish down Moon will adorn my clay forehead With the fierce berry of beauty of bogs Soil on my tongue, I'm holy like birds So bring me a horse Mother clay rescue me Otherwise I'll perish down Birds fallen down from my tongue Swamp quicksilver taken clay head Mother clay brought water for me Moon slunk into my breast