over the edge and ino oblivion On dark silken wings carried further away To a place of sadness and tranquility On a chariot of gold, the shade of a man
Going over the edge and into oblivion On dark silken wings carried further away To a place of sadness and tranquility On a chariot of gold, the shade of a
Vertaling: Nagtelike Rites. In die sewende maand (Desîhras Dagboek - Hoofstuk III).
