You pray with pridened wings
Up beneath the shadows of words
Brightly You've seen the life
On this blue, blue fire
Grows in, grows out In brightness
Of the stormiest night You have seen
Terrifying me in this brightness of  wild old star
Twistering in the shade of truth.
Cold as ice You are
The naked silence of the miles You drove
Brighter than this don't You know
This weather is mine to do
Long lives the king of forgiveness You know
The trouble in this He wisely knows
Fire seems to become aware by this
It is only sound, don't You realize
The truth smiles for You
Don't You know me
Flowers are melted in this scenery
Brighter than this, You know,
And wise, full of bright.