![]() To breathe new life into dying nights and days. |
![]() And the blood coursing in the veins of the moon. |
![]() His burning candle consumed me - the moth; His wine overwhelmed my goblet, The master of Rum transmuted my earth to gold And set my ashes aflame |
![]() is granted to the brave one breath or two, whose wage is The long nights of the grave. |