Under The Lake

I'll go down by the lake

Where all the white horses go

And among the dancing waves

I will throw my land,

All the promises broken long time ago,

All the territories nobody knows.

If you come by the lake

Where the white wood has grown,

Tell the white mountain king

I lie with ghosts

While their shadows are drifting,

And willows and pines

You'll hear my voice calling

Under the lake.