With all the stars lost in sky With a word echoed in my head, why? While the wind with its gust of wing A murmuring song it had sung At the dead of the night Besides the grave of silence passing by When the world of sand, mud and sky In its sacred burial site die There without a burnt flesh stiff And with bones of stone cliff A wandering shadow stood I Amidst a moment such brief Triff triff and with tron tron Some fairies flying from out of stones While their tails glowing with a purple burn Such a ghastly fire it has earn Without a shadow the rocks were torn While the wild flocks were mourn Alas to the moon And Alas to the blood rain soon Alas to the shadows when they'll creep Alas to those sheeps are stiff That came out of the heart of meteor loom And the night without its head bloom