Unless anguish and sorrows aren't cried out... Unless anguish and sorrows aren't cried out...

Even if he wouldn't return, She'll wait for him in heaven. Even if he wouldn't return, She'll wait for him in heaven.

The poem describes the black sun. The poem describes the black sun.

You were silent, When they tore up. You were silent, When they tore up.

All promised my return: yet nothing deterred her From weeping and brooding on my journey. All promised my return: yet nothing deterred her From weeping and brooding on my...

Do not lose your child within Even if that child weeping. Do not lose your child within Even if that child weeping.