In times, when I fain of a season  its chill hold me wist, of an unknown reason  Greyness upon streams parlous and cool  Sheer the light which reflects from Plenilune  Ready to tale stars of wan, as both forwandered,  and loath the ways thee all ran astounded  So did thine glaive rust with wind and water  so terrified of fallow thee roamed to gutte  Perhaps the fragments of thine willing skin  saw no reflections of, what is called a bale king  Neither have Fall's shades descended to leaves  Of no nightbird's ashes belong to mine needs  Together a battle raged between moon,  likely the escorts of an velvet son.  One lode led to forhungered wood,  the frith were dark and thus thou run  As I see nothing but mere piece of meat,  trying to achieve as vision holds lack.  Hanging upon wold, not wist the made plead,  Twisting in gloam, this path fares not back...  Thus...Of no nightbird's ashes shall I devour.  Music: S. Tenetz  Lyrics: T. Mäensivu