Once you told me about the lions, Whether it was fable or truth. No one there could bid them haughty defiance For they brought not charges but ruth.
Pair of them descended down from the mound, with diadems they were crowned and seemed like heavenly beasts. Broken stem had bloomed afresh and the sound, pierced all the foliage around, had all the whispers released.
But one who comes in wake of the morrow has the horns entwined by snakes. Every note you so lightheartedly borrow should be heard, whatever it take
English is not my native language and and that's exactly why I ask to criticize this modest sampler of lyrics without any indulgence. Thanks in advance!