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Hear my words now flower from the garden.

	Hear the truth of your winsome husband.

	How he died, by my hand.

	The Prophet spoke to me

	through the ashes of the bones.

	I break into a cold sweat.

	From the fire spoken golden ones.



	We used to fight together

	my sword shield' his life.

	He saved me thousand times,

	In the battles.

	But I was possessed by his wife.



	One night, on a foreing land

	he sleept near by my bed

	I put my conscience to silence

	I drow my knife, and stabed his neck

	He's solid dead, in coffin bed

	far away in monastery



	Svjati Boze 6x

Your oath belongs to me my dearest.

My wedded wife.

Unfortunately I am not with you now, on your rugged/raged path.

Woman, beyond the grave I see the tormented pain of your heart.

But please complay with his words

and kill the bastard wile he is a sleep.

Lett him be coursed!

Forewer...

	Beloved wife of man

	defenseless creature

	the vengeance will be full

	from the fire spoken golden ones.

	The wedlock hymn was bitter

	She obey the words.

	She was his humble servant

	To fulfill the husband's curse.



	One night, on the bed of down

	she's barely sleep near by the vile

	She put her conscience to silence

	She drow the knife, and stabed his neck

	He's solid dead, in coffin bed

	He's solid dead, in sinful bed.

by: Csula Emil