Night Owl - Sadist

On it’s face a whole lifetime of experiences all truly lived

A long deep furrow of who wanted to live

And talk to the sky

A man walks bent forward on the path

That leads to home

In the night blowing wind — Owl hunting stops the run

The heat of a blind summer and I know

The smell of dead grass

Frost of a snowy winter cold feet that

Sink but you cannot stop it

A man walks bent forward on the path

That leads to home

In the night blowing wind — Owl hunting stops the run

Poor dear they seek the bent man but he’s not there neither his melody

While they dance rising and falling on music

A song that kills everything else around

A man walks bent forward on the path

That leads to home

In the night blowing wind — Owl hunting stops the run