Mistres, my beloved princess Like fairy you dance oh ! cherrie Your beauty is of emeralds A vision in the flower fields I play my lyre as I feel your fire I sing my choirs to infinity Leave you all heralds of her primacy I invite the beasts I gather the wolves together we dance all in the woods In vines when you walk With my tunes to Gods I talk I make mountains cry To me birds and volture fly In vines when you walk With my tunes to Gods I talk To my life you're so precious Your smile is so mysterious What fate is holding on ? Without you I can't do on Solitude I don't wish All I need is a bloody kiss