Voices go around the land,
words are fly past cold sea
The scarlet brooch is in the heart,
body is on fire when it hears thee
As you go for us, oh rider of sorrows,
As you sow terror, fear, as your foes are crimson dust
Lonely month among the sky
Seeks for his dear heartful sun of high
Still, cruel fate shall not allow his bite -
As the sun is not a couple for the moon,
Just as not pair for each other you and me, too
A vile, terrible beast that aches and bites in me for quite more that it should<зз