“Hark, Ye Strike Sparkles, Light the Fire;
Stone by Stone, Beat the Flint of Burning Stars…
Enlighten by Blazes the Abyss of Night –
Inflame the Evighet of Infinity by that Fire! Scorch it!!! INCINERATE!!!!
Inflame the Firmament by Stellar Flame!
Inflame! Let the Nocturnal Height Burn!
It Burns! Their Cold Flames –
Gnawing the Blackest Nattferd… Inflame it! Inflame!!! Inflame by Stellar Fire!!!”
Forests screamed, casting Their Spells,
Mountains rumbled by Caves,
Old stubs groaned, murmured, roared –
To the Moon buried in Clouds
Swamps and Their Mosses whispered,
They drowned the Rottenness in Twilight Coldness…
Dim bleak Air staggered
Among the Celestial Packs of Ravenclouds…
Even the Dead Stubs resurrected and hoarsed
Their decrepit Roots laced deep below the Ground,
Everything moved around –
Moss-covered Stones shifted with Rumble…
Buried pale Moon stirred
By Razor, cut through the Clouds Shroud,
Defended against RavnSkygger…
Striked by Flint the Sparkles of Stars…
…Nocturnal Firmament flared up…
Burned RavnFj?ra scattered –
Wind dragged it to the Wood Swamps…
Clouds dispersed, wounded by Blazes…
Among the Bogs Stench – Shadows
Draped in that Black Feather…
Lurked in Moss under Snags –
To abscond quicker into Rawness…
In Abyss of Night on the Gallows
Winds swayed the Hanged Moon.
Blazes of Starlit Firmament
Sang Lullaby to Him.