I will not be in the arms of the Morpheus
For always I see things bloody serious
In dreams, faces full of horror
But my red pitiless eyes bring terror
When comes the time i put to death
Many man's hearts not any dearth
Now i cannot be in the arms of the Morpheus
For often i see faces so serious
In dreams, so horror to sight
Seeing men of overmuch might
Pulling restlessly to fight
...when will i learn to leap high
...when will i learn to say bye
To these deadly faces in the sky