Oh the waves! they bend, they twist, they show their face and hide their filth-
A soft, yet pale voice exhales said sound, and gave them tone when left the mouth.
Ah I see! I see her last, the Maiden singer and her band, that lay this wonder on myself, she sees me not in the moons gold.
Could she hide me from her eyes; do I hide from her in fear that the sound will steal my freedom? I fright not!
I aim my shot - with a thud the melody comes to a stop.
Yet why, why my God do I still hear her lullaby! her fethery corpse lay right there near, near the chorus that i slay before the blood escaped her inner.
Ah, i see her, there’s her shape, i cannot wait to at last meet my dear.