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- translation of one of the best songs by Helawisa and The Mill
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- he went at night, the time of night
to dark river's bight, to quick water's flight
he knew no blame, and he knew no calm
for yellow moon, for the raven-maned one
he came desired, and left despised
another's wound tormented and prised
another's good called and beguiled
to where the fastidious nightmare would ride
don't you ask my true name
i'll turn on you again
do not dare, do not stare,
don't wait--i'm not your mare
trust in me is sure death
don't be sad on your long path
don't look back in grief and gloom
don't ask me to come with you
and on the road, he cut down a tall stem
looked under his feet, and saw the skies
embraced the barrows with golden flames
and looking at fires, whispered her name
he sought the nightmare, and found the nightmare
as night brought prey, the spring sung prayer
pressing the way through jealous grey,
tied the nightmare with her own hair
don't you ask my true name
i'll turn on you again
do not dare, do not stare,
don't wait--i'm not your mare
trust in me is sure death
don't be sad on your long path
don't look back in grief and gloom
don't ask me to come with you
oh spring so drunken, oh spring malignant
why did you lead to the very last point?
why did you capture with fate of the brave?
oh what have you done, what path have you paved?!
over the strong's lot, over the old passion
no, no, no he had no strength to fashion
the river laid bare, the moon set fair
the one led to snare by fastidious nightmare
he went at night, the time of night
to dark river's bight, to quick water's flight
the spring laid bare, the river set fair
the one led to snare by fastidious nightmare