Through the roaring winds And scalthing lash I step and mire to my kneels In viscious sand of plain Offended I wipe by rags A bloody had that dried at my back
Darkness was scattered By iron sheafs of sparks That poured on the ground by my law Liras had feeled my silent touch I go away to sanking boat - Let rush to leave the realm of sun
I'm standing beside the coasts That did not see a light I listen howl of jackal gulps And grinding steel of wolves claws