Listening to their stranges woe,
Answering with his own delight.
When expanded during slightly views
Fight possible by mystery.
And then on the abysses rangs
Rattled quietly killer of:
„Like at those days, like at than,
thousands stories in death speech.
Thousands stories on death leafs,
Of last vill of ages- changed in dust
By fire and watter.
Thousands death bodies in one grave
Became rotten by vanity.“