A vast and naked landscape

bathes in the blood-red setting sun

A pale man dressed in cape,

walking on the field alone

His rod is dragged

along the soil he walks upon

The flame that once burned in his eyes

is now forever gone

he feels his spirit weaken.

Has he been abandoned by his god?

His body lies crawled up to a fire that

is burning through the night

Why so vulnerable,

why so filled with fright?

What is that this man is hiding?

What cross does he bare?

Why does he follow

the sound of dogs howling?

What is it that he fears?

The howling is the Hound of Hell

released on earth

The Shepherd failed - the flock is free

to roam in a realm they call their own

They bring temptation,

as the snake that tempted me

In an Eden of such beauty,

you will never see