Virgo, put down your hand ,
Would not touch the sword
And the trouble is not to be used .
Virgo , silk of your hair
Swept through the mud
How can I live?
And the trouble your in darkness,
Blued her armor ,
Can not see at night .
Since its sparkle blade
Yes, the person concerned ,
In the heart shut up .
So not terrible Lord ,
Lord of the black deeds ,
Everlasting darkness
As a reproach in the eyes of
Who of you has been named one
And who was betrayed .
And in the War of Unnumbered Tears
Neither friends nor enemies
Only pain and fear .
Virgo, put down his sword ,
I do not own blood trail
In the ash spill .
Only singing again blade
I prayed , well, not obessud ,
Let your soul flies
In the quiet calm of Mandos
At the last judgment .
I Endore eternal darkness ,
And you fire dawn
Nesochtennyh vows .
Gratitude will not accept ,
Hands stained with blood ,
And the sword is not removed .
Do not look, so you're dead ,
And do not count my fault ,
Even though you're just ...
I pray for the first time ,
Virgo, stars in your eyes ,
Shining Path .