Body of Your Bride

Seven rivers from one ocean
Flow in seven narrow streams
To the lands that they are washing
With the drops of dying dreams.

Body of your bride
On the burning boat.
Slayer will not hide
From blade of your sword.
There is one thing now
To live for - you'll throw
The miscrient - don't know yet how -
In the river flow.

You are standing in despair
Near the seventh river-bed.
One shot of faint-hearted slayer
Left the both of you here dead...

Body of your bride
On the burning boat
Slayer will not hide
From blade of your sword
There is one thing now
To live for - you'll throw
The miscrient - don't know yet how -
In the river flow.

There he is! - you see your foe
Standing near the sluggish flow
He knows all without a word
By a look at your sharp sword.

Body of your bride
On the burning boat
Slayer will not hide
From blade of your sword
There is one thing now
To live for - you'll throw
The miscrient - don't know yet how -
In the river flow.

The grey spring of mournful daughter
Dreams of seven sorrow ways.
Standing at the sleeping water,
Listen to what river says:

Body of your bride
On the burning boat
Slayer will not hide
From blade of your sword
There is one thing now
To live for - you'll throw
The miscrient - don't know yet how -
In the river flow.

Love's burnt in your soul to ashes,
Hatred has now come instead.
There is no way to be gracious
With the slayer for the dead.

Body of your bride
On the burning boat
Slayer will not hide
From blade of your sword
There is one thing now
To live for - you'll throw
The miscrient - don't know yet how -
In the river flow.