Krvavy - Pieśń Poławiaczy Bóstw

Hear that? Someone's shouting
Someone's shouting hard to starboard
That's just our role
To drift amongst
The waters of cosmos

The wake doesn't get silent
And yet leaves trails
Of above-sky sailing

Catchers
Of Gods' ship
A hudred meters
Deep and long

Without fathers and mothers
The crew (flooded)
Flooded
With the moon is the floor

Pulling out the prow
Like a tongue
And his name is
Nebuchadnezzar



Pierced with a spear
I drag with hooks
The corpse of Isaac
And smell of rot
Sailing striaght
Into shallows
Of finality
O, stability!



And so, on the tips of
Gravitational waves
We sail into the distance of distantness
Of the Void
So very small
Owners of maps

And I'm catching stars
With a net of iron rods
From the deck of my raft
Leaning against
The tip of truth

And I'm catching stars
With a net of iron rods
Chewed-through with silence
When I'm being creadled
By currents of galaxies



Pierced with a spear
I drag with hooks
The corpse of Isaac
And smell of rot
Sailing striaght
Into shallows
Of finality
O, stability!



Now above the sails
In a light's vice
The lamplighter brings out
A torch of the Sun
After three hundred degress
(in Beaufort scale)

When I fell
Tangled in a snare
I felt passivity
Like fish-bone in throat
And burns
Of the second degres
(in Beaufort scale)

I make my report
That the rigging
Has wrapped itself around a neck
And the ship is ready
For further sail



Pierced with a spear
I'm gutting Isaac
From head to the bottom
A bait for the Gods
When I stab with a sword
A liquid pours out
Roe and milt
Roe and milt!