And so I lost her, once again
but not to time, and not to friend.

To the enemy, the foe, the beast!
(This ofcourse I liked the least
This through time hurt not the least)

In her stomach, was possessed,
a bastard child, no man of flesh,
has placed it there. The demon came.
My sword and hilt, shall right his blame.

My gate, my fair, whatever you will,
has taken this pain, against her will.
If time permits, and I hope it do still,
then with 9 or with none, this bastard I'll kill.

Then with 9 or with none, this bastard I'll kill.