Let the eagle cry, cross a blackened sky
Let the sun refuse to rise
let the stars crumble, fall to the ground
let there be no signs of rebirth upon
The earth
Let the day be blotted from all pages
Let no remembrance of my birth be found
Let the trees bow their limbs in shame
At the thought of that dark day
Let every fowl on earth abstain, from
All sound of joyous refrain,
let the Ocean roar in agony, let
There be no cease of rain, that it
Might mask the pain, of the child born,
One cold November day
