Morning in the castle

I‘ m asking in  the morning silence
What are you wrapping in
The mystery of death

O lake you are sinking over gratings 
Are stepping clouds
In thorny sky

The bout goes gently
Today you need to divide small
An apple into sixths

Beldam from temporary capital
Raises wineglass
In  the wine swashes blood

Furious servants
For a response they cannot  wait
Again her don‘t murder