The outcry is stuck in my throat
  But the time has come and you cry or you don't
  But then somebody won't forget the warriors
  Who were cleansing their swords on the grass
  
  And the raven's black tribe clapping g their wings
  And the sky was laughing and then bit its tongue
  And the hands of the one who survived were trembling
  And the moment suddenly became the eternity
  
  The sunset burnt like a funeral fire
  And stars were gazing like wolves frome clouds
  At those who passed into the night and were lying with their arms abreast
  And at those who survived and were sleeping dreamless