In My Holy Time — Aesma Daeva

(There were three) (There were three) (There were three) (There were three) ...

As I walked on my own As I look for my dear home I felt the sun leaving me White choruses wait for me

"Where shall we our breakfast take?" Said the first raven Down in yonder green field There lies a knight slain under his shield

Down comes his follow doe As great with young, as she might go She lift up his bloody head And kissed his wounds that were so red

She got him up on her back And carried him to earth and lake She buried him before the prime She was dead herself before night time

Do you still see me? Do you still see me?