Lazlo Feher stole a stallion Stole it from the Misty Mountain And they chased him, and they caught him And in iron chains they brought him Word was brought to Anathea That her brother was in prison "Bring me gold and six fine horses I will buy my brother's freedom" "Judge, o, Judge, please spare my brother! I will give you gold and silver!" "I don't want your gold or silver All I want are your sweet favors!" "Anathea, o, my sister, are you mad with grief and sorrow? He will rob you of your flower, and he'll hang me from the gallows!" Anathea did not heed him Straightway to the Judge went runnin' In his golden bed at midnight There, she heard the gallows groanin' Anathea... Anathea... Don't go out into the forest For among the green pines standing You will find your brother hanging Cursed be that Judge so cruel! Thirteen years, may he lie a-bleeding! Thirteen barrels of drugs can't heal him! Thirteen doctors cannot save him! "Anathea, o, my sister, are you mad with grief and sorrow?..."