The Charmer

Two horses rest in silence, by the sea.

When a young girl, who came from the dead, approached the scene.

Inside their nostril, she has laid a scent of deed and you may listen

To their neigh in your silent dream.

Charmer, my poor charmer, rest under the olive-tree,

Under the olive-tree.

When death loses track of all her charms,

He is always drunk in morpheus' arms.

Under the silent, the silent olive-tree.

Charmer, my poor charmer!

Two horses are gazing at the sea,

When a young girl approached the scene.

Her name in the shape of fear.

Her shield shiny, as when she lived...

Charmer, my poor charmer, rest under the olive-tree.

Charmer, my poor charmer, rest under the olive-tree.

Under the olive-tree