The Storyteller

I'm the death
I'm the fear
I'm sure you know me

If you meet
In my way
Go, run away!

I'm a troll
The black witch
Who eats the babies

If you want
Combat me
Ready to die?

In the night I tell old stories
Try to listen, learn, see and fly

Mother, oh, mother!
Pray, pray for your children
Mother, oh, mother!
We’re not ready to go

In your way, in your life
Everyday the sun will rise
We must walk with our eyes in the skyline

In your way, in your life
Everyday the sun will rise
We must walk with our eyes in the skyline.

(I) weave your dreams
In my loom.
I am arachne

The gorgons
Ceto too
Monsters arrive!

Drinking wine
Singing songs
Dance with the satyrs

In the war
Take your shield
Unsheathe and fight!

Grace the gods, honour the heroes
Follow them, enjoy your life

Mother, oh mother!
Give me, give me thy strength.
Mother, oh, mother!
Please, take care of my way.

In your way, in your life,
Everyday the sun will rise.
We must walk with our eyes in the skyline.

Your problems don’t mind
To smile.
Land ahoy!
Follow your star!

If you want to know my name:
“The storyteller”.
Children came, elder too!
Listen my tales!