Lie down, my friend, into the bed of home
Let the dream protect you [bad word] of night
Enchained prejudice leave in irons
In celebration of dusk I devote to might

Human era formed by myths at fires, whatever is heard in gales…

Eyes of fear open agape
When night is chilly, tenebrous and wicked
Wait for [bad word] of new morning
When birth of sun denotes victories

The night arise even from east
And Muses are born by waning Luna
Morel-black art I create with heart
Ambient crawls in silence feast

Search the forgotten light of noon
In unclean powers of silver moon
In its influence well-known timber
Is changing to calm ghastly chamber

Each light is shadowing
And shadows are seducing [bad word] follows me
From dusk to dusk…

Try to find beauty in miraculous night of Saovine…

Embedded to night like ivy and tree
I wait for hunt with elate soul
Only morning sun will scare away
Feathers of angels under nest of eagle- owl