You were a noble Stag, a King of the woods
With a beatiful Doe, a queen to your woods and all the land
So frightened of lights in the dark, she ran away
You found you were all alone so you crossed the road

And so the Deer died

Crippled, dazed and confused you limped to the woods
I saw the willows move
You didn't even know death took a grip on your soul
You must have died
I became so frightened of deers and the tricks of light
Run away from the light or the deer will die

And so the Deer died
In Lion's teeth

*Narvan marssi - tulkitsija: T. Inkinen*