In despair and in woe
Through hell you must go
With crows on your trail
Never will virtue fail
Come strong - waters black in hue
Flood his ship with your devilish brew
Snatch anything from woven to golden
But his soul will never drown with the ocean!
In despair and in woe
Through hell you must go
With crows on your trail
Never will virtue fail
With everything to lose and little to gain
Keep treading your path
With much at risk and nothing chained
Heath at the wrath
With all worth a lace or a token
I know your soul will never drown in the ocean!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem