[Lyric] The Little Deer (Great Cold Emptiness)

[Verse 1]
A dying fawn laughs
And a new night comes
To each their own, but I
Was led by the fleeting bliss of youth
A hearth lay empty
Cold and flickering
Waiting for a traveler to gather it
Up into his arms

[Verse 2]
The flight of those once made sacred
A waste of futile existence
Why tend to the flock if they all die anyways?

[Verse 3]
From the calmest days
Shall you lead an uneasy kayak through the harshest storms

And for you to rest only enrages her more
Who am I to ease my suffering?
[Verse 4]
To writhe in the snare
To carve marks into the bone
Shall only appease the hunter more
Or does it pity him, that he would starve without you

[Verse 5]
Alas, the fawn slowly withers
But not without the joyful weeping
Of Saturn's rotten hand