Old doors are banging distastefully,
though, it was open very carefully.
In room a person in black cames in
It almost fully diffused with the dark.
Sweet body lay, it was easy to relieve it of life.
Silent sleep was broken by unbearable pain.
It hindered, to get rid of it, would be a good act.
Messy love will be burried, nothing more is in the way of success.
Tomorrow, before he returns to the Battlefield,
Where the Turks fell, he must take a wandering visit,
Two monks. Which of them will lie? ... will DIE!
He´ll calm his mind, by cruely game so as he can fight again.
Across The Dark Forest the Turks invade and start to rob,
The army began to shred and kill them.
Sword Against the Half-moon, Sultan retreats in a shame.
They pulled away to escape, but the Christians are coming.