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Rain weeping by day

In early spring, by the tangled path

Flame resists to the wolfish cold

Spread with slush it is the road

Steep slope is blowing by winds

Aghast we’re eyeing twilight

Whisper of fire, grumbling of owl

Sparks are throwing up like bright bends

Quiet haven and long shadows

Dangerous, like an edge of a spear

An Elvish maiden, a quiet Vesuvius

Quiet haven and long shadows

Deadly, like an edge of a spear

The Princess is near close to forest stream

I de smaragdgrønne silker

Alvbrud øver hekseri,

Forlovende seg i ølrøyk

Med en monarkisk аpril.

Early sunset in April

Leaves and grass are shot gold

Like under the spells of potion.

A Forest maiden, a pure smaragd.

Steel becomes glow from wrathful glare

If it falls down to enemy

He’s a man at the daytime

But lives like a wolf at night.

Quiet haven and long shadows

Dangerous, like an edge of a spear

An Elvish maiden, a quiet Vesuvius

Quiet haven and long shadows

Deadly, like an edge of a spear

The Princess is near close to forest stream

I de smaragdgrønne silker

Alvbrud øver hekseri,

Forlovende seg i ølrøyk

Med en monarkisk аpril