I rush, cutting through the darkness, driven by an empty... eternally empty belly... My hunger makes people tremble with horror. Their cattle exudes delicious odors, filling my damned world. When I emerge from this forest, whose thousands of frozen paws with crooked tenacious roots cling deep to the ground... When I, with my insatiable hunger, find myself between the thick walls that man has built around his woolen slaves, and I go out onto a piece of trampled earth, I will turn into a quick and flexible shadow, into black lightning breathing in the pitch darkness... My sighs will howl, I will drink blood, and be satisfied with mountains of tender hot flesh. And when the supply of livestock runs out, people will become food...