Tempest Tempest,

 

Blowing in the grassland,

 

Divined in the land of Edith,

 

That one cannot resist.

 

And that is the innocent girl,

 

Romanlina whom her spirit is absent,

 

With the apprehensive divinity of rectitude.

 

This childlike soul in the bitter environment,

 

Is all with in her dedicated works,

 

Flowing in her own fleet,

 

Roaming in her own field.

 

Have nothing to do

 

Unless with thee expectation of

 

Resting on behalf and working on another.

 

Her ones cannot be united.

 

And what thou shall say,

 

Her girlhood had been passed,

 

The nefarious holy spirit of mighty

 

authority,

 

Whom the divine cannot dominate any

 

further.

 

Had put a prophecy on the life.

 

How meaningless is that path of fine elite,

 

Will the prophecy become realistic?

 

How dominating is it.

 

The whole scene of picture just cannot be

 

Resist in the issue.

 

Arthure, Arthure;

 

One who is deciding,

 

One who is ruling, one who is curious.

 

Tempest Tempest,

 

Roaring in the ground,

 

One has come to this one.

 

Sadness Sadness,

 

Dominating in the ground.

 

Of the feeling, of the depression.

 

Of the tragedy.

 

Save where she is, save where thee are.

 

To whom she is a jewel.

 

And where Ivianna ruled the public,

 

And where Arthure and Ivianna starts a

 

Quarrel.

 

A quarrel which have lasted for five years.

 

A quarrel which is nothing to Romanlina.

 

 

“Is it pitiful” said one.

 

“Full of tragedy” said another.

 

“Poor soul, poor soul” commented the third.

 

“Nevertheless the curse is being done” cried

 

the last one.

 

After the quarrel Arthure doth still exceed

 

Than Ivianni.

 

However, mortal came to the place,

 

He is in the essence of the self-freedom,

 

In the essence of self-domination,

 

He fought the god.

 

He fought as if he was Romanlina,

 

With his own way, he loses.

 

“God of Justice, God of Justice”.

 

Will the prophecy be gone?

 

How could it end?

 

In a desperate time.

 

Where nobody could be observed.

 

Like the chaos that have survived as a God.

 

With the reality to face.

 

That nobody can bear through.

 

The divine spoke to his brother,

“That is life, nothing can be changed.

 

And yet indeed some people fight it all

 

Through.”

 

He laughed and laughed.

 

And yet the prophecy.

 

With thee expectation,

 

A breath of the holy spirit.

 

Had transformed a pitiless girl into a

 

Woman a mademoiselle who favours some

 

Spirit to bid for hideous jobs.

 

And whom holds much of scene of jealousy.

 

For a repercussion, she pleasure a scolding,

 

A cursing, whatever she can view.

 

The picture is hard to bear in mind.

 

For those whom favoured love,

 

For those whom favoured union,

 

For those whom favoured the God and

 

Goddesses of peace.

 

Ветер Ветер, (Russian for Tempest,

 

Tempest)

 

Breathless situation

 

Breathless situation.

 

One time she didn’t blessed herself.

 

Dropped a kettle.

 

Cursed herself, swear to herself.

 

Withdraw from the Earth ‘till the

 

Underworld.

 

For that Earthquake was made.

 

Ages after, everything was normal.

 

The cursed have been released.

 

Romanlina was no longer a lost soul.

 

She was Repentress.

 

The madam who never draw in her mind.

 

In the course of the action,

 

In the neutral society of doth knew,

 

So may thou conclude that

 

“You doth may succeed some,

 

But don’t doth make a madam mad.

 

Or take one quake alone.”

 

The myth generates as if it is the one whom

 

Can take no more.

 

Yes, it is the one that writing to thou.

 

It is the one that can’t resist.

 

It is the Repentress.

 

It is the Repentress.