In the darkness, above us there are sleepers
I saw your arm
Stretched towards the strong

Bloody hand, which on earth
Has put your heavy sword


His arm, bent in a deadly embrace
I see it here before my eyes
The hand had been cut off


The brightness is reaching to the horizon
And beow Precipice is opening her eyes

Like a pyramid upside down

His arm, bent in a deadly embrace

I see it here before my eyes
The hand had been cut off


In these lights
Like ghosts or shadows
Are hunters, moving about hastily

The nights gone away
Her silence as well
I am drawing aside

The silver starry veil.