True masters of heaven in anger Lightning bones That intertwine in the eternal night... Roar Between death and fluvial twilight I invoke you, oh, tormented souls of the past Trills of the death-bald-bird I implore you one last cry In this wax-stars room illuminated in darkness Oh, spirits, drink the blood from my veins Run through the wrists, holding old writings Filling the cranial cups of fallen kings I surrender to the sacrifice To be who, in pen and ink With the dew of moonlight gone Write their names