The night fires are blazing in distance
And murmuring echoes dance upon sands
I know your presence, sweet love of my youth
But now your eyes are lifeless and cold…

I can remember now how we embraced
The love and the lust of our young age
Torn away by betrayal and torture
The sympathy lost, engulfed by all evils

So black as its creator’s heart
Only the corpses are left behind by its venom
Not of this world, the creature of malice
The scorpion’s gift, the death from the desert

This is my gift to the love of my youth
I will rejoice in mourners’ laments
The night has come, and I watch from the shadows
How they embalm your corpse in the honey…

And who can count
The stars
Above her tomb?