Rending the veils of this visible night
Speak out, you speechless voice
In this black tiles darkness, bow to a smooth tone
And turn into a song, be played
A melody throughout silent fields
Swinging your well shaved mane, speak out
You, the horse gradually coloring brown to blue
Warmth, adjacent to the sun, arouse with burning music
If you can remember
That soft gems are the primal rocks
That separated hearts are the labor-room of stones
Wrath of an ancient river
Speak up for oblivion faces and tones