In the tomb of life there lays a
Death
I trust my faith unto you
Ataegina, fatal triarchy
Pale goddess, sweet is your evil
Hundreads of crows over the rock
Sing all together stories of
Fear
Of springs that death embrace
Finding in you their own
Disgrace
Devotio ver sacrum,
Devotio consecratio, [§]
Capittis dirae
Nightly queen, nature queen
So long spring cradle
(we) already cry lost sons
To far away lands without return
Where, to the voice of lost gods
People drink blood from a horn
White deers bring hope
They remember faiths, the
Victory
Noble war, furious dance
From the dust emerges a rumour
Of glory
Devotio ver sacrum,
Devotio consecratio,
Capittis dirae
Nightly queen, nature queen
So longed spring craddle
Anasayfa 
