The bells…

*Bells*

*Wind*

*Drizzle*

*Chant*

O dear dead, rise from your grave

Dark grave

Six feet, O you have departed lone

Cold shell

Once you lived as the king in a place

Peacefully

Sweet lass lay beneath the pastures

Bare sight

O shadows, passerby with its gain

Empty pitcher

Days in the life has been gone so far

Grand memoir

Driven out from the dark blue skies

Dead, O death

O flowers, bud your sweet thorns

Cover the clan

O death, strange secret fanatic

*Chant*

*Drizzle*

*Wind*

*Bells*