Clouds of broken mourn
Went through the sounds of waves
Lonely grief was on her lips
Breathe of first monsoon
As the green of trees
Trust of fallen divinity
The curse of forgotten gods
It stands the cloud of morn
Sweet tears of clouds
It rains,

The beauty of two moons
Was the birds of forsaken
In the starry oblivion of great wine
Made from the grapes of ecstasy
The taste of fallen waves were loud
Now, it stands truth of worthiness
The beauty of scared owls