So cold is the feeling
How chilly is the start
Something, or nothing
Now it's time for it to take part
All fires vanquished
Poor people, much they wished
Selfishly for little light

Set fire, for their allies
Just for a time, was the warmth
Before it fell silent once again
They hear loudly
The deaths, the cries

Preaching a beginning
Of a better life
Of periods not set for unholy sinning
End fills the air
Even I, cannot see Fate's deep glare

Now burnt are the villages
More o'er the brooks of men
Stop flowing, dry out
One death the more, one less a shout

Unbonding Her thick shroud
Under a thin, gloomy cloud
Damnation is its name
So hard is the shame
All fall to one goddess, yield
The universe was its harvesting field