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Outside,outside sweet lily white

was born by the grace of the sun

allowed by the moon to watch our love´s bloom

in the shadow of the old plum

`Don´t wake her, don´t wake her, she slumbers so sweet,

and the sleep is her burden´s best cure

while rich men despise what a poor love unites

if one´s origin might be obscure`

Outside, outside sweet lily white

was swayed to sleep by the moon

so couldn´t sight the beastly might

devouring a virgin heart soon..

That disastrous night! That cold riverside!

She left all alone

to find the ravenstone

where the ashtrees grow,

where the huntsmen row,

where the moon´s admiration for himself is too strong

to find an eye for things going wrong..

Outside, outside sweet lily white

was bowing to fiery fall

Her time was near, and without any fear

Lily waited for HIS icy call..

That cursed sunrise

saw a poor soul rise,

on her lips a sigh,

in her hand an eye...

´Oh luna, oh luna, I still hear the hooves,

hooves bringing dark to my mind;

a creepy black nag,

a pale corpse on it´s back

and I knew that my soul was to grind!`

Outside, outside sweet lily white

was caressed to death by the snow

so cannot hold

my blood, so cold

that flees from all earthly row..

( A ravenstone is a fire-red egg layed by a she-bird of prey living together with it´s husband for more than a hundred years. They have to rip out the eyes of more than a hundred thieves swinging at the gallow´s end. Ravenstones are layed in an interval of ten winters, and if you´ll get one, all around you will shine in the brightest light while you are getting invisible. But it´´s hard to get one: you have to search in a timber forest at the last day of February, walking the develish ways, and look for a tan that´s not surrounded by snow. Then you have to put down all your clothes, climb the tree attacked by an armada of ghosts and demons.

At the top of the tree you have to close your eyes,

swing around the trunk for three times and grap into the nest for only one time. Good luck!)