After sixteen full moon's, gettin from the forest what's needed day ta day. In ma arms you be safe from the lurk of cast shadow. I've a eighteen hand horse an a mirrored sharp sword. We've both settled lives alone far long. One day i'll ask for your hand to hold mine. The night tha moon cast light on the land, my knee wet an soiled kissin your hand. Our breath will take light as our hearts beat as one. Sixteen moon's away our live's have begun. I'll swipe the forest as my sword claims our home~