Cross Borns - The Legend of the Old Knight and the Fairy

When the old road is coming to an end, the Ninth Moon takes high upon the sky. On
my fastened, hoary door "Death" is knocking this time. What you seek, Old Dragon?
Wish to drink a pot of wine? What did you come here for right this night? You know why
I am here. December's Door is what you stepped across seven times. And no other
path that is now opened wide. Be ready, for l drink the wine, taking you with me! The
knight is hearking the song of the wind, He openes the door, waiting for his visitor. And
now the "Old Death" steps through his door. Tender sound of silent tread. Mild whisper
of silky breath. He feels now, a scent gives him a fair memory. His heart is quivering,
his sigh is split, The heart of the good old knight is riving. And the words he would yet
say not matter anymore. The ancient death awaits behind the door.