She counts all their secrets,
She is draped in fine white lies,
The turncoat Fathia
Is a master of disguise.
In time the Tsar learnt of her,
And cunningly weaved a snare,
Fathia would have died that night,
If not for Rooster Bear.
The blood inside the lover’s veins;
What will keep these two apart?
The thread that ties the body
Is the spear that breaks the heart.