The Tale of a Helpless Soul

Oh to my life tale Mystic errors affirmed. The trust of fatherhood beguiles My little breast. Oh to my life tale Trust thus father sunk To my sanctity in valour And made away my pride Bulling in tempest Not to let known And if not hell saddles my tale. Oh to my life tale The mountainous belly I own Testifies of his power And no more could I conceal else. On a lonely eve While the little birds Sang their sweet memorable songs Of acrimony and reconciling them In sonorous ending I took to end it all But god-like hunter Took my plight And bided me home alive All to my life tale I lived in languor Of a father’s crime Upon a helpless daughter But someday I must go the way I plea.