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."*