• The shadows of fallen stars lie in the sullen dark.
    Their dreams lay dying on blood-stained foreign ground.
    On every one's cheek the same silvery-white mark.
    Always is loud shrieking, but silence is the only sound.
    My lonely heart has wandered from its lonely home.
    Crying tears of blood onto the dry, cracked earth.
    And so to my ruined castle must I return alone.
    To decaying life and a cold and barren hearth.