Many years ago...

I walked out one day

when the dark woods fell before my eyes

I carelessly went astray

in the cold of the darkness

I overheard a maid



In her sorrow she bewailed

her lover is fighting in war

Because the rage is his blood



In her eyes

In her eyes

There is a mystery



Many years ago...

I left my life behind

because of the rage that overcomes me

I coyly filled

my hands with blood

I lost my friends



In her sorrow she bewailed

her lover is fighting in war

Because rage is his blood



In her eyes

trees are watching her

they are witnessing love and mysteries