I am a foggy night with a fog.
He was going to travel, I was going to be. I was
Woe to him that his gamble is asking for his life
To hear the simple bought the comrades
Wow on the right fire they have
Stone acquaintances on the floor, expect it
With my heir to loneliness and displacement
I see you, on all my life
Wow on the peak of the eagle that faded into a stone
Turtle that did not fall out of this scorching forest
Woe to him to become his poor murderer
Hear the slander patch,
With my little, the narrator of my little heart
