Sur le combat des grands cheuaux legers,
On criera le grand croissant confond.
De nuict tuer mont, habits de bergers,
Abismes rouges dans le fossé profond.
Upon the struggle of the great light horses, it will be
claimed that the great crescent is destroyed. To kill by
night, in the mountains,dressed in shepherd’s' clothing, red
gulfs in the deep ditch.
The Mizieyanomicon
......The faces behind the
words.....the souls behind the smiles.