Mud Grave - Mount Eerie

In the mud where rotting animals bloom

Urban honking

Echoes of someone hidden from sight saying

«This was our home.»

In the mud in the bed of the river at night

Echoes, echoes

In trains and traffic

«This was our home.»

Someone insistently stayed in this spot

Lying and bragging

The desperate promoters

Cold and alone

In the mud, at the end of the unknown world

All discovered

All forgotten

Cold and alone

And the white stag is looming

Above its mud grave

Shining, cursing

Built on bones