Gritted Fangs

Through the roaring winds
And scalthing lash
I step and mire to my kneels
In viscious sand of plain
Offended I wipe by rags
A bloody had that dried at my back

Darkness was scattered
By iron sheafs of sparks
That poured on the ground by my law
Liras had feeled my silent touch
I go away to sanking boat -
Let rush to leave the realm of sun

I'm standing beside the coasts
That did not see a light
I listen howl of jackal gulps
And grinding steel of wolves claws