The winged nightmare gave me hand
– And so the sun has passed away.
I have seen eclipse, gone astray
In shattered worlds, where stars are banned.
I flew with him – over black crust,
Made from ebony basalt foam.
From unknown, into wild – I roam
The Darkness – in Darkness I trust.
In ghastly, strange polyphony
Whispers to me the icy wind
Song of profane epiphany…
When soul is lost, and dreams are blind
I say to you: “Behold how fades
Your light in the Valley of Shades!”