The Fall Of Nakkiel (Nakkiel Has Fallen) The moon cries - her tears of light fall upon the thirsty grass. To welcome our feet - dancing on this sacred ground. Earth licks her dayburnt wounds - pouring out the sweetest dew, feeding our hungry eyes with images of fallen angels. Seven stones of silver, a crown for you and me. The lover's 编辑于2008/05/24更新