Farewell, my dear young sister.
To the lap of mother earth, shall you go.
Wolves howl, the wind whispers
On this night cold and cruel,
You were killed, and buried as a bane.

Farewell, my dear naive sister.
Our mother who begot us both,
Those eyes, in which were warmth and love.
Today there is no mercy in them.
Or perhaps, the tears don’t reveal.

Farewell, my dear poor sister.
We, both are of the cursed feminine form
I, being already a burden.
You are sent above, but why?
In guilt shall I perish, if this world allows.

Farewell, my dear dead sister.
As souls we shall meet; I shall
Seek forgiveness for my helplessness
On this night cold and cruel,
You were killed, and buried as a bane.