Let's leave
The bewitching branch

Cold carries
its knife, brandishing

Aloof, the sun's
On the track, traversing

Be there ere
He gets in to our fear

And our hands
Are not impregnable enough

I am by you
My beloved, my soul

Your sword, shield
And the net knitted for your life

It's too far
What that is afar

The night
Is on the hunt

And watchmen
Sleep under the fog

Elopement
Is going down swinging

And we are
In the turbulent sea

Time to wait
For the sparks

They are essence of life
And smooth sail of our journey