Full of fear I back away from this scene of nightmarish shape
Full of fear I pass my room the door is open, the bedding jumbled
And then suddenly the music falls silent, fast and hounding steps come nearer
The panic shoots through me, I start to fiercely quail
And then I recall this old floor clock
As fast as I can I run to this old piece of furniture
And climb into its body
Shame - I flee from you
It´s a shame - do you really hunt your son?
You stamp and you gasp
You do not see me
Hidden in the floor clock I can hear you running past me
I know where you are going to - it is my room, you want to catch me
The time stands still, perception sways and i fear to lose control
Seconds last an eternity, I want to live - I must escape
I jump outside the floor clock and downstairs to the front doors
Then I leave this house and run into the night
Straight up to the stables, I saddle my black horse
And then I vanish into the black wind
Shame...