Wandering and free, her you come running under the trees of the forests,
when the night over the sky spread the firmament. I neither search nor
provoke harm because this force in me, constrain me to this instinct.
Transformed in lynx you chose children but you will of notkilling is
stronger. I neither search nor provoke harm because this force in me,
constrain me to this instinct. Yet obtusenessand passion prevail in the
areas of your lonely oddysseys of which the existence is perceived in the
villagers 'eyes as an evil and unhealthy threat.
Your naked body moving among the trees of their cultures comes out into a
worrying outline. They liken you to the night and to the ruin of losing
their beloved beings when the moon rises above the bow.
Evry second generation into an issue of badly-known women appear beings
like you roaming and becoming a lynx but the chase is given to the very
youngs for like is this line.
Don 't you see, ? villagers, that this shade made with female flesh now our
children lives, don 't you see that this ginger haired witch consumes their
flesh with an unclean pleasure making them die. Let 's am to cast her out
by fire and sword.
Here is what claim your enemies for your disappearance, so it 's your turn
to flee. But time of our failure is still up, surrended you 'll be if you
're not yet.
Your death promises to be impending now into an issue of badly women appear
beings like you roaming and becoming a lynx, me who do know it very well
being your own mother.