On the borders of the maps
 Behind the degrees of latitude
 Between mars and jupiter
 I draw shimmering outlines

 There where they sing
 Those graceful songs
 There where the stars are black
 Where the sun devours its children
 There where they sing
 Those graceful songs
 There where the stars are black

 In the middle of sketches
 In the failure of this mankind
 I'm trapped in this fear
 I see the human being

 In the cauldrons of clay
 Beneath the surface of bronze
 Mixed with the molten core
 There pounds the purest heart

 On the dry lips of the dead
 Here and somewhere else
 In the snow of the universe
 You see and hear my hearse

 They sing, those songs
 Stars are black, devour your children