When the sword blossoms
And the heart runs cold,
When men cease aspirations
And everyone grows old.
When nothing’s given love
When nothing’s borne anew,
Only then, my love, then
Is when I’ll part with you.
When flowers grow like glass
And birds cease to sing,
When autumn comes in May
And snow heralds the spring.
When all worlds become separate
And eternal life is due,
Only then, my love, then
Is when I’ll part with you.
When the sword blossoms
As war in all hearts,
And lands are strewn away
In many little parts.
When the sword blossoms
And kills all within its view,
Only then, my love, then
Is when I’ll part with you.
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