Chimes are sighing times of lying overshadow laughter-song
Shadows flying gladness trying in these times of shatter-song
Shines the dying sadness prying fickle friend called fate
Lines on pallid hands write ballads to a thirst for vengeance sate
Climbs the crying swan-tail diving sickle scythe of death
Renounce with reverence life\'s last severance at one\'s final breath