It's her, White Dame that in the moonlight night, in the
Moonlight night signals an end...
I've seen her, eternal beauty, arcane smile
Silent Goddess
O family, you suffered her nocturnal glance
You'll sob from tomorrow...
The trail of the Lusures and of the white veiled mantle
The gold of her hair and the silver of her face...
She took me, irresistibly attracted
The glance of the Moon