Many years ago... I walked out one day when the dark woods fell before my eyes I carelessly went astray in the cold of the darkness I overheard a maid In her sorrow she bewailed her lover is fighting in war Because the rage is his blood In her eyes In her eyes There is a mystery Many years ago... I left my life behind because of the rage that overcomes me I coyly filled my hands with blood I lost my friends In her sorrow she bewailed her lover is fighting in war Because rage is his blood In her eyes trees are watching her they are witnessing love and mysteries