Ramayana

In the darkest shadow
I begin to stutter
Now can I wake my soul and
Now is it breakable and
Dawn begins to melt and
You know the wait is over
Your body is a tower
Your mighty shiver, cowers

Will you build my armour with still arms and salty tip?
Furnaces in your heart
Blood from a precious lip
Will you carve my quiver from limb of weeping willow?
Adorn my precious arrow
With wing of silent sparrow
[?] in the snow
Stakes begin to grow
Water down below
Might as well fall

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Tick-tocking away
Life begins to fade
Blossoming since they carried me away
Green smoky haze
Flame licks their hay

Will you build my armour with still arms and salty tip?
Furnaces in your hеart
Blood from a precious lip
Will you carve my quiver from limb of weeping willow?
Adorn my prеcious arrow
With wing of silent sparrow
[?] in the snow
Stakes begin to grow
Water down below
Might as well fall