The silence of night aborbs me
                as I tread this lonely road -
        my passage to dawn.

My apparent desolate surroundings
                make me feel vulnerable,
        for vulnerable is what I am -
to a wooden stake of vengeance.

The silence of night is broken.

I hear the screams of the village behind
                and it dawns upon me
        that I am not wanted.

I'm no longer absorbing the silence
                but yet my depression -
        this curse that is mine,
but I do not own.

The silence of night is broken.

My lonely road, the barren road
                ends upon me yet abruptly.
        Daylight breaks.

The violence of day absorbs me
                as I tread this lonely road -
        my passage to dawn.

Daylight breaks.