Quietly city sleeps
In it's own cradle
Only old swing
Lamentably squeaks.
People never will awake
Of the charmful dreams
Under the reign of Darkness
City is on knees.
Word has been forgotten
Which could dissolve the Night.
Tears of rain are dropped on
Nobody can fight.
Rain prepares cerement
For the cold flesh
Who in damned placement
Will become an ash.