In the darkness, above us there are sleepers I saw your arm Stretched towards the strong Bloody hand, which on earth Has put your heavy sword His arm, bent in a deadly embrace I see it here before my eyes The hand had been cut off The brightness is reaching to the horizon And beow Precipice is opening her eyes Like a pyramid upside down His arm, bent in a deadly embrace I see it here before my eyes The hand had been cut off In these lights Like ghosts or shadows Are hunters, moving about hastily The nights gone away Her silence as well I am drawing aside The silver starry veil.