The souls cry,
in the eternal night,
Cries die in the darkness of night,
Happiness is ruined in the unbroken cycle of night .
Papers burn, on carving,
the atrocity of this night,
Clouds crowd in the heavens’ eye ,
The vague moon of this night too begins to die .
Faintness floods ashore,
Of psyches, drowned to death,
The souls stream their life in God’s way,
longing to hear the moon singing the song in the sky .