Crosses of silk, soil of stone and streams of blood

Winds sing sorrowful melodies of a youthful earth

The trees hang their heads in baneful prayer

We listen in wonder to the tales of the moon



[The Beautiful: ]

May I watch the stillness pass me by

May I forever choose to embrace the light, imprison by laughter

My waking wisdom serves me less to my conscience

Remove my spirit from the wind, I shall remain forever

O' chivalrous, O' heavenly garden

Choose me for but one more task