Second To Sun – Pages For A Manuscript lyrics

How an owl catched a bat
With her claws squeezed the bones
How knight Amvrosiy with slashing fellows
Is going to visit his neighbor
Though many chains and locks on the gates
The mistress will open for visitors

So, Martha, guide us, where's your old man sleeps?
Why did you turn so pale?
Under the lock Dunai is boiling, curling
The night will hide the bloody work
Don't be afraid, the dead won't raise from coffin
Whatever will be - will be, guide us forward

Under the lock Dunai is boiling, curling
The clouds run straight
The work is done, the oldman slaughtered
Amvrosiy is feasting with crowd
The Moon peers in bloody waters
With Amvrosiy feasts the villain-wife

Under the lock Dunai is boiling, curling
The castle in flames
Amvrosiy says to his fellows
Slay everyone, young and old
Don't mourn, mistress, be more joyful
It's you who let in these funny guests

Sparkling, curling, Dunai reflects
All the castle embraced
Amvrosiy says to his fellows
It's time to go home for us, folks
Don't mourn, mistress, and be more joyful
It's you who let in these funny guests

Over Martha the husband curse thunders
He execrated her, dying:
Disappear, you, so your kind
I curse you one hundred times!
Let the love between you both run dry
Let granny drink the blood of her grandchild

And my curse will burden all your kind
And there will be no place for them
Until the portrait will go down the aisle
Until the bride will raise from coffin
And crushing the skull, will lay down in blood
The last victim of guilty love

How an owl catched a bat
With her claws squeezed the bones
How knight Amvrosiy with slashing fellows
Came to visit his neighbor
Don't mourn, mistress, and be more joyful
It's you who let in these funny guests