Soothsayer, I do not adore

The voices or flight of birds

And now all them wooden, a boy or a girl

They'll fail away, full stop

Lightning and snow

Cracks and slivers

Burned in a row

So do not pretend that you do not love the war, I've seen you fight

And fall on your swords

Blame us not for waiting, just has little cause

I've seen you fight

See the breast, see the brain, see the lung, see the stomach

Cut from the same fur

It's winsome and then

By feeling

The devil makes in