My black, feathered breast
Unto comes o'er mast & sail
Look upon a broken site

Torn apart through wind & hail
Lead me to the chaos of water
As I reveal myself to you

A fall from God is a blessing unknown
It's rivers deep from which I drew


Where is the burning city?
Great Naples, it's kings alone
A hunger roared and reared

A fool suffers in Rome

Mon enfant, prends patience,

Bientot la nuit tombera.
Dors, si tu peux,
Et reve de pays merveilleux.