When the head of warrior were called
The axes must be strike
Author and finisher of the grave
Darkness is all over the shadow
Loneliness ice my heart
Pleasant days and nights no more
Heart cries header and header
Sun turned to darkness, moon to blood,
Sun climbed into the sky and first star flamed above,
Flapped away into the blackness.
Hark to the voice of nature crying
Blissful whispers flow all over in the air
Glide towards galaxies of celestial moonlight
That come like a daemon through the moon mist
Watery moonlight trickled through the trees and splashed her face.
Her voice lifted souls,
She has beauty fair skin
That can candidly make men to sin.
Her luscious lips make my heart fly,