Oh my sweet one
Keep in pray for me
I'm not dead, alone
But soon i shall be

Sorrow and death, my deities
First day without her silhouette
Tears and blood, my apologies
Those red lips, i'll never forget

A deep and fond care for thee
Got my heart together with thine
Then thou caus'd that harm in me
Torning apart your soul from mine

For now, i feel that death,
More than a sorrow is to me:
Releases chained soul, its path
Is then free through night to flee

Though in my heart a glass shard
Now forever inhabit, craved so deep
Whenever it beats, pain gets hard
The wounds will not heal by my weep
My outer stands, while my inner is asleep

And this curse will forever
By my side ghostly stand
Until the day, hope it's never
Of you kissing my dead hand

"fare thee well! and if for ever,
Still for ever, fare thee well:
Even though unforgiving, never
'gainst thee shall my heart rebel."

"these are words of deeper sorrow
Than the wail above the dead;
Both shall live, but every morrow
Wake us from a widowed bed."*