CAROL I
The more I fear - the more I enjoy,
So one day you simply must scare me to death.
The more they save - the more you destroy,
And I want to join you... redeem me from breath. 

CAROL II. THE TALL RED MAN.
The Tall Red Man, armed with axes and sword, 
Is riding red furious horse. 
His breath"s blowing cold, his glance is abhorred.
Dismounted, he knocks on my doors.
He creeped from red well, replete with hot blood,
Like each of us creeps from the maw. 
He promised a miracle, stolen from God, - 
For promise to break God"s main law. 
The Tall Red Man"s lying dead in red snow,
Defeated by his still doomed prey -
So someone"s red heart to him I bestow,
Red heart, red milk - here comes the day,
The martyr is chosen for sacrifice,
And my tongue keeps blaspheming free. 
The Tall Red Man, stained with reddest red vice, 
Stands up from red snow... come to me.