In My Holy Time - Aesma Daeva

(There were three)

(There were three)

(There were three)

(There were three)

...



As I walked on my own

As I look for my dear home

I felt the sun leaving me

White choruses wait for me



"Where shall we our breakfast take?"

Said the first raven

Down in yonder green field

There lies a knight slain under his shield



Down comes his follow doe

As great with young, as she might go

She lift up his bloody head

And kissed his wounds that were so red



She got him up on her back

And carried him to earth and lake

She buried him before the prime

She was dead herself before night time



Do you still see me?

Do you still see me?

(Il y en avait trois)

(Il y en avait trois)

(Il y en avait trois)

(Il y en avait trois)

...



Alors que je marchais seul

Alors que je cherche ma chère maison

J'ai senti le soleil me quitter

Des ch?urs blancs m'attendent



"Où allons-nous prendre notre petit déjeuner?"

Dit le premier corbeau

Dans un champ vert là-bas

Il y a un chevalier tué sous son bouclier



Descend sa biche

Aussi bien avec les jeunes, qu'elle pourrait aller

Elle soulève sa tête sanglante

Et embrassé ses blessures qui étaient si rouges



Elle l'a mis sur le dos

Et le porta à la terre et au lac

Elle l'a enterré avant le premier

Elle était morte elle-même avant la nuit



Tu me vois toujours?

Tu me vois encore?