In his beautiful man profile, so singular, sunlight was singing his madrigals. Insignificant and natural whisper, feeble thread of voice, a trifling whisper ... ...
[On the wide leather armchair, Lord Konrad repeated a very dark and primitive song]
Through the glass and cold eye, the shadow of the sun danced an ephemeral compass... was dancing with the cryptic song... cryptic dark song... ...
[Iha sie a Rae^ mo-beahiu ka-l ezaune ghret sos bardudas kem phleras da neaba... ... ]