Widow

She is stand
She is stand In the silence of dungeons
In a rich,In a rich shroud dressed.
The baby knows about the sorrow in her arms.
The White star over her.

Take me to where father wait his child
Where Jupiter defeated
Take me to where the radiance of the white star lights the magical seal
There, I will follow the wheel tracks to a black widow.

On your head of heavenly veil.
In your right hand the virginal child
The baby knows about the sorrow in her arms.
The White star over her