You have gone million light-years away
Time waved last farewell with the aeons
The white nightingale sung his song before its
tender voice to be gone forever
The seven moons' light shall be gone
by the end of the twenty years of night
The ninth suns soon shall be awaken
From silver-silk slumber
One by one they'll rise and shine
Thirteen urns for the Forsaken
For each of them -
A single tear covered with thorny pain ...