Ветром коснуться б румянца ланит, Уст целовать твоих пьяный фарфор, Море в груди моей буйной шумит, Волны уносят мой дух на Босфор.
Scarlet sunrise hid, black veil at the earth lies
The moon emerged from the nubiferous skies,
Like a drowned forlorns obscured from the deep.
I wait for thy ascending from dark endless sleep
While call thou at nightfall - the crows echo in greet,
I know you'll hear me - one day we will meet.
The Angel exilles him while he prowl
At the dusky side of the depths of sheol
An' he will wear the blackthornian crown
At his long lockswhich dark as the crow
To perfidious one not give trust, he will learn
And he'll send to the tower of no return
"My slayer will howl trough my last night
In even when I rise for my own thirst and life"
The twelves winters of the gloom before you've first appear
The blizzardians hiems goes, soul sold, and now I am not fear
The moon emerged from the nubiferous skies,
Like a drowned forlorns obscured from the deep.
I wait for thy ascending from dark endless sleep
While call thou at nightfall - the crows echo in greet,
I know you'll hear me - one day we will meet.
The Angel exilles him while he prowl
At the dusky side of the depths of sheol
An' he will wear the blackthornian crown
At his long lockswhich dark as the crow
To perfidious one not give trust, he will learn
And he'll send to the tower of no return
"My slayer will howl trough my last night
In even when I rise for my own thirst and life"
The twelves winters of the gloom before you've first appear
The blizzardians hiems goes, soul sold, and now I am not fear
Ты встретишь его поздно вечером, он будет идти, наслаждаясь ливнем. Когда он заметит тебя, он с восторженным взглядом скажет, что нашел свою музу. Спустя неделю, он будет слагать баллады, в твою честь. А каждую субботу петь серенады под окном твоего дома. Он такой романтичный! Правда, иногда, ему и не хватает серьезности. И еще он очень любит любоваться на закат этого Мира: 
