Before my very eyes it appeares, (Certain night) So alives as my bated breath At the first moment couldst not believe (Insisted I hast) So I waited for the same dead hour.
While such freezing cold charmed the silence, There he was, standing clearly for away, Only a true king could act that way. He was the night preceding the day;
In his eyes, chagrin oceans downed his rage. His face, formerly hot like the sun, Was mantled by virgin snow.
Yes, he looked steadily at me He waved his hand and I thought he had something to say, But on the distant horizon (wich seemed so close) Dawn was breaking once again. A fearful feeling filed his eyes and he disappeared As the clock crowed!
"My lord, if rhine eyes believe that (This ghost) Is really my dead father Won't Thee show thyself to him (In order to discover) The reasons of his return...
If he's a deamon, or an angel with broken wings, Thou shalt at least investigate, my lord For nothing returns from afterlife, After losing what was trust to us before our birth.
So, follow us through this dark night And take with thee thy honour. When a phantom returns, it's because Something is comming up And there is a rotten smell on Denmark's ground..."
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