By Pack, They soared into Night and away,
By black Stains, They floated in purest Torrent of Air…
Heavy Clouds impending above Land - by Ravens,
Veiling by Wings and Themselves all around.
Scattering Dreams and Rains, beating by Wings among Silence…

Is that Autumn came, or Death?!
Dragged Funeral Wreaths to Carpathian Lands…
To where the Stone Packs are…
To where the Sun never rises…
Beat by Rains and scattered Dreamwings,
Sewed the Spells, groaned by Lightnings in Low Muddy Skies and roared by Thunders.
Autumnal Ravenclouds Pack floated, soared the Himmelvegr…
By Rain… Coldness… Rawness… Shadow… By the First Snow - laid upon Abysmal Soil,
By Most Evil Mare weaved Her Sei?r among Myrer, danced with Leaves in Torrent of Air…
Harvested the Crop - Reaping the Dead;
Exhausted, crept the Path of Sorrow…