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,
First time i sighted My eyes on her, She looked like a site that cite good example to me.
Her love to me started
Like little dropp of water,
Little grain of sand,
Bum! Bum! Bum!
Sound of war
it's like the roaring of a lion
I saw the love when my heart is pumping,
Walks as if she is hooting.
Walks on storm and sea.
Her face full of glimpses of the moon,
Men in black
Bitterness in their bank
Store jasper in the bank
Utter in reek