Karina

Long the drums were beating for her war
She came down from lands of far
A gypsy soul shed into the coldness of Black Sea
Forsaken into the crusted shell of eternity.

Dogs of old coming from the north
Searching for the king`s mighty gold
They watched her deep, into her dream
Growing haste into her ferocious tears.

The boy learned her voice within
Adored her echoes like a summer gleam
Shadows he dreamt into his sleep
Fangs of steel mangle the perpetual grand tree.

No long before the king laid into his grave
As the midnight sapphire ocean`s white foam flows away
The shooting stars crying out a father`s grief
For his gypsy maid to wake from her eternal sleep.