Leave them they are happy in the emptiness
Aimless souls unnecessary for me withered trees
Let the foul one atempts on my realm
Where the beauty possess
Into black flame the welkin i will turn
Drowning the earth in her own blood
The sublime spirits are few in numbers
You'll come with me
" touch me with darkness and whirlwind
Lead me i want to look at myself in the moon
Let's sing to the wood "
…and without taking rest upwards we soared
I behind him he ahead
I saw through passage which opened wide
These beauties lighting the sky
Then we came out in the broad expanses
And saw the bright stars again…
They are your foes !
