Ballad of young maiden

In the forest mist, sweet and dizzy scent,
maiden voice sings songs of the soul torment.

Over ancient pines sounds travel far,
on a reddish sky blinks the night’s first star.

In the dark ravine streams cascade through roughs
winds are carrying songs of the knight she loves.

Fair maiden locked in a dreadful jail
on the highest peak, with her Abigail.

On the sallow horse under flowing flags
her beloved rides fast on the toughest tracks.

On the very top small and dirty glass
this is only one open entry path.

Open entry path for the birds to fly
only way to see freedom and blue sky.

Time is flowing through dropping seconds fast
in her dreams young girl with her prince at last;
 
in a wide blue hall butterflies prevail
happy music themes cover her in veils.

A black crow flies high and it screams dark news
That her knight was killed with his friends and crews

Murmur of the stream will not bring her peace
She will meet her love – leaps to dark abyss

Ballads of conquests love and sad resolve
All that left and lives as old songs revolve