I see a light at the end of the tunnel,
In horror I run back.
I try approaching celestial fire,
It quickly me rejects.
So then I put out the flame of my own soul,
All that then happens,
Is I'm continuing to burn -
In darkness.

I see myself - a knight in shining armor,
But not because the strength of my own skin,
Is anything like steel.
Because if I would be a knight -
A knife would tear my skin to shreds,
And only armor could then save me.
But I am not a knight, for I'm an ordinary dog.
My tail is between my legs.

I see you look at me, and do so with a smile,
You could be thinking I am mad or maybe I should be there,
But I am only madly 'fraid, a beast with terror filled.
Yet it's well known that only when one faces certainty,
That others can for certain tell -
The measure of his fear.
If anyone still even gives...

And even though I might be scared,
It means not I'll be scorned.
For even through my deepest fear,
My teeth I sharpen on the bones of man,
Thus feeding my own fear
Of death.
And kill,
And life,
And love,
And other dogs,
And man.