We burn like lions with Ares in their eyes
But it is only in songs that I envy the winds.
O let them scatter my heart among the ruins.
Ashes the cold,
the silent cast in stone,
Lifeless the corpses,
the stench, the horror.
I poured into the vial of life the terror of living, the worst poison of all.
Depart from us or we will leave you
In the raining fire above.
We were so proud in your pale masquerade
And we were lured by your glimmering shade.
We burn like lions with Ares in their eyes
We burn like lions with Ares in their eyes
But it is only in songs that I envy the winds.
But it is only in songs that I envy the winds.
O let them scatter my heart among the ruins.
