The blood seeps out like the wounds of a walrus
In salty ice in frost and blubber
The birds, the sun, the bugs that adore you
The endless glory
The duck screams out as it chokes on medicine
It’s nature mocked then stuffed and murdered
The one, the other
Faceless, joyless, cold
The blood seeps out like the wounds of a walrus
In salty ice in frost and blubber
The birds, the sun, the bugs that adore you