Chapter 26 cemetery
If there is a good Christian with a kind heart,
On a dreary and dark night,
to bury your lauded remains
Behind some ancient ruin,
When the chaste stars close
sleepy eyes,
The spider is about to spin a web,
The viper will lay its eggs;
From your loess-sealed head,
You'll hear the wolves all year round
with witches hungry
and cry out sadly
Hear old perverts laughing lewdly, hear dirty liars
plotting a conspiracy.