Before my very eyes it appeared (Certain night) So alive as my bated breath At the first moment I couldst not believe Insisted I hast so I waited For the same dead hour
While such freezing cold Charmed the silence, There he was, standing clearly far away Only a true king Could act that way He was the night preceding the day
In his eyes, chagrin oceans Drowned his rage His face, formerly hot like the sun Was mantled by the virgin snow
Yes, he looked steadily at me He waved his hand and I thought I had something to say But on the distant horizon Which seemed so close Dawn was breaking once again A fearful feeling Filled his eyes and he disappeared As the cock crowed!
"My lord, if thine eyes believe that This ghost is really thy dead father Won't thee show thyself to him In order to discover The reasons of his return...
If he's a demon, Or an angel with broken wings, Thou shalt at least investigate, my lord For nothing returns from the afterlife After losing what was trust to us Before our birth
So, follow us through this dark night And take with thee thy honour When a phantom returns, it's because Something is coming up And there is a rotten smell On Denmark's ground..."