Tell me stories, old father,
Lest the darkness consume us.
Tell me stories, dear father:
Stories of life, stories of love,
Stories of pounding hearts
And stories of happy solitude.
Tell me stories of sweet, still, silent slumber.
Embrace the darkness, sweet daughter,
I have walked above, in the light,
I have listened to its lies,
I have seen its shadows.
I have listened to the music of red sunrise,
Of babies dying and of mothers crying.
I shall tell you stories, my daughter;
Stories of life, stories of lust
Stories of dripping blood.
And stories of slaughter.
Sleep not, my child, stay by me,
Let the darkness consume us.