Here I lie
Waiting for you
A lady told me something
Now, I feel completetly blue

But I will wait
Cause your handsome features
Float through my head
Like marriage preachers.

Mendax, my love
I'll wait under this oak
Praying to all the Gods
The lady between us will choke.

No, I do not
But lovers lie from word to word
Only with me it would be perfect
Flying high on love just like two birds.

Penned by my hand on the 25th of Lupar, in the year 462 AF.