To

To every star that fell,
to every heart that burnt,
to every hearse made,
to every soul returned,

to the rigthful master,
to the fuler of the throne,
to the blood-curdling screams,
to the red ont he scythe,

to the threshold of darkness,
to the eternal pyre,
to the crimson stains on your hands,
to the comforting pain,

i drink.