A silver-grey moonlight breaks in the boughs of the trees

To see a little girl praying to god

The death of the blazing flames cunning with falsity

And stain by the devil's mark

Her hair is golden fair, her eyes shine like the stars in the sky

And therefore they cut her hair, pricked out her eyes

And in a coffin of glass they have her beauty buried alive

In a land far away a countess celebrate in victory

And send her sneer to the stars

The grave since overgrew with branches and weed and an enchanted angel

Lick the blood from the sword

Shadowed evening glow, the stars show like needle splits in the curtain of night

At the mourning the sun shove over the mountains like a prisoner of god

And the grave stands open wide

A lament just done, ramble through her darkest nights

Her fate to honour, to go for her beauty life

Through the forests pass an hazy foreign fog

On the horizon announce bloodred the dark

Irresistable devour wrath and sorrow through her heart

Her angelic look be robed and now she's blacker than the night

Then with your beautyness now adorn another wife

Dreams obvious the gate, the ruse of love undo

To a man disguise she sleep with her every night

And get with every time a piece of her beautyness back

She refresh on her thighs and kiss the lips of her cunt

Outwit her lust, in dreams ejaculate, to fill her soul with new light