I fear the past that’s never dead

I fear an ageless legacy sleeps in my veins

 

I hear things scratching in the wall

Behind the family frames.

(A great tree that sprouted from hoary roots)

It’s here, hideous, can’t you hear them?

The moans of silent chains.

 

The skinwalker

Yee-Naaldooshi

Is watching me

 

Inhuman thing,

To me you should be inconceivably other

Not so familiar

And yet, you’re what my kind once was

You’re what I might become

 

Oh, the past is never dead

It is not even past

In sleep, I hear and do strange things

It’s getting real / Dreams aren’t that mad

Traces are waiting to be found

Read my face like a book

I wouldn’t believe but now it seems

The mirror tells the truth

 

Underwave, the lore of eons gone

Resurface in my head

(What’s repressed will return)

I sink. Nepenthe from the deep

Has calmed me. Let me sink.

 

The skinwalker

Yee-Naaldooshi

Is watching me

 

 Sang Noir,

J’ai hérité des ombres et des merveilles

Sang Noir,

A flots versé, à cœur ouvert, sacrificiel

Sang Noir

Qui m’as vue naître et me verras m’éteindre

Sang Noir

Viens te repaître, viens m’étreindre

 

Atavistic revelation,

Black ichor within,

I’m forever an outsider

Among those who are still men.

 

Black Ichor within!

 

Ruptured from my own nature,

I almost thought I’d end it all.

Rapture now eclipses terror,

Embrace my personal disaster.

 

Inhuman thing

To me you should be inconceivably other

Not so familiar

And yet, you’re what my kind once was

You’re what I might become

 

Oh, the past is never dead

It is not even past

In sleep, I hear and do strange things

It’s getting real / Dreams aren’t that mad

Traces are waiting to be found

Read my face like a book

I wouldn’t believe but now it seems

The mirror tells the truth