There is a quiet place
In the middle of night
Where a little star shines
And calls out your name.

You will pick her up,
My tired warrior,
She will whisper to you
That you have done well,

And yet, your cries will not reach her.
You will wash up on the shore,
Dawn’s first kiss upon you,
And you will regret.
But then—when the sun sets,
And when you see the night,
Oh how loud it is now—
Then, you will realise.

Go with the vengeful winds,
Forget not your purpose,
Chant forgiveness as you kill,
But never swallow.

Go to that quiet place.
Go drown the night in light.
Go kill that little star.
You are a warrior.