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?