Spring Mood

Springtime is coming

It's smelled in the air

Beware of my calling

they'll run in dispair




Axes and boiling water

gunpowder and sticks

No matter what's your power

you won't get me sick!




With the moon as witness

and the big churchs burning

I ride on careless

like a sweet breaze blowing





Blooding flowers and singing clovers

Oh, bless the gods this day is over

Crying in horror the mass fall asleep

May everybod have a nice spring day eve