In the garden of my foes

I saw your shadow yesterday

       On the moon that’s faraway

By your soft and guiding light

       I have been riding through the night

Traversing from the mountains far

      I have come to find out where you are

Though I have to ride a thousand years

        and kill great armies with my spears

my heart is filled with endless vows

       that pledge to take the lovely rose

Oh ye! little lovely rose

       In the garden of my foes

the pain in my heart now overflows

       to know that you are not so close

I am a violent man with a rusted sword

      with one great faith in my mighty lord

These boundaries cant stop my will

      when I ride in for my kill

I shall live up to the end

    and kill those men who shall defend

 death shall come upon my foes

    who stand and guard my  little rose

for one last time I will stand and fight

      and bring hell down in to the night

when I have conquered that mighty land

      I shall walk up to reach your hand

when my hands are drenched with blood

       and my clothes are stained with mud

though I may be standing close

       how can I ever take  my rose ?