Sun glittering between the old oak's leaves
Mounting on her pitch-black mare,
Anna turns and leaves.

No thought of despair has ever crossed her mind
She only wishes the thing to end,
As sound to deaf as sight to blind,
A concept she cannot comprehend.

Sun glittering between the old oak's leaves
Mounting on her pitch-black mare,
Anna turns and leaves.

Facing a foe nobody knows
She feels that end is near,
I will not fall! She then kneels and vows,
A promise filled with her pain and fear.

Sun glittering between the old oak's leaves
Mounting on her pitch-black mare,
Anna turns and leaves.

Her body shivers then sighs with relief
Her face forever pale and white,
Long final heartbeat as a falling leaf,
Eyes staring intently without a sight.

Sun glittering between the old oak's leaves
Mounting on her pitch-black mare,
Anna turns and leaves.

Many times before, this story has been told,
So hear and learn the lesson of this tale,
The sun still glitters, the oak is still old,
If you fight death, you're bound to fail.

Sun glittering between the old oaks leaves
Be wise, be strong, be scared, beware,
Soon you too will leave.