By a clear stream, hear to sleep, how maidens are.
Staying up late at night of my own child, to imitate and covet, in my sweet dream.
Barrier by electromagnetic waves, towards opposite side of, only one making good escape.
Even if send my own child I can, to inhume myself, no coffin for me. Or, even if give birth mine I can, to inhume myself, no coffin for me.
Against the evil to oppose, the countess, the night to wait on has come. Or, against the evil to oppose, the countess, the era to wait on has come.