Dance, dance your decay all the while, unknowing youre led astray Sleep, sleep through your woe while your voice slowly withers and melts away Sing unto
Translation: The Dear Hunter. Blood Of The Rose.
Dance, dance your decay all the while, unknowing youre led astray Sleep, sleep through your woe while your voice slowly withers and melts away Sing
of restless slumber One brother rose up from his bed He heard the servant court their sister Oh he heard they had a mind to wed Oh when he rose
no fear. I'll call you wolf-hound seven times Rather then call you husband dear." He swore then, by her yellow hair, He'd make her weep and call him dear
branches down Suddenly she spied a fine young man he's standing by a tree he says how dare you pull those branches down? without the leave of me, my dear
