"My heart is yearns in my breast, bleeding before you Within me, the warrior kneels to his fate, completely destroyed He will willingly throw himself at your feet Undoubtedly, the fallen warrior is a fitting trophy!
Poet will lose all his poetry gift, the next one who fall You are the perfect one here, so where his desires lies on? There's not enough eloquence for the goddess like you He's apart from his soul, to make you love him too."