Benghuai: Xing Qiong Tiedao - Na Anxi de Changye

Don the crown that halts life Even death itself favors lowered eyes Walk through the palace of farewells Connect to the world of the departed

Amid the icy depths and funeral hymns Days and nights Bow over this snow-covered land Become the only song here

All sighs flow from her fingertips All words of comfort are stopped by her hands All cries of grief are swallowed by her palms

A poem titled "Aidonia's Holy Maiden"