I have come to hunt you, in the mist of your naked darkly
trees
who guard you within their clover of gloom
who in their standing you slip away from me

It of many people who had died I heard, of your beauty
many who had tried
all of whom have failed

I will not fail

I could swear I saw a glimpse of your majestic eyes staring
from the night
as I came forward a halo of the willow cried out in such
a force
Eluded me you have once more
nymph of beauty, I know you're here
It is my ultimate duty to which I go with no fear
and now I saw you near, behind that tree
I know you want to be free, I do not care
I will find you, No matter how many trees I'll cut cut cut
until you're there on the naked hill, hiding from me
it is my will