It's escape, escape from all.
It's escape, but not at all.
Going in to cruelly place,
So that you'll never see my face/
Death will give me all its hands/
Death and wind, let's go, my friends,
Come with me to taste my blood
To the underground wood.
You are kitten in the storm,
In this place I've never born!
Wind and death! Give me your hands!
Here I am my only friends!