For whom does one's unknowing eye
Consider it a bliss
For one is one, and two are two
And I shall go amiss

And birds of prey, and wolves and angels
Gather all around me
But none can be so brave and bold
As is the one that haunts me

As in my tomb I rot alone
They gather all around me
And birds of pray, and angels, wolves
But none succeeds to harm me

As light is light, and dark is dark
And I linger on in darkness
No one can take this pain from me
No one but my beloved