On December 11, 2013
Here, it has come,
And I've planned it never will;
The devil came and I've bet
That he'll stay still.
Here, I do hope that
she won't be too young;
So I can walk away,
Tonight don't let 'er to paint you black.
Love'n'all are done
In your hearth
There's none to remind 'er
When I'm gone.
Someone pours the blind wine
Into your bright eyes,
I wish to know who, to visit 'er.
Someone paints the black night
Onto your fair arms,
God should pay her, for taking away my gold.
Tonight don't let 'er to paint you black,
So I can walk away,
So I can think that I'm the One.
