Now as I´m to bereaft of my troth I cry aloud my last words of lost hope. A violent gust of wind is my frame of mind; Fluxes like moisture through pores.
I´m unwilling to forgive Him who depriev´d me of my life - Gloaming the sequence - A momentary view. Perishing intervals of rejoice - My supreme happiness is lost!
Baleful emotions od fear - my body is the earth - The earth is now destinéd to be made forlorn - Forlorn from the enlivening energies. Am I not anylonger living?
In mournful silence I suffer - In peace I now will rest. My hard-working hands Are now reposéd.
I close thee my belovéd into my heart - Conceal thy memory in my inner sanctum. In my thoughts thou shalt forever be - As a dear & precious remembrance.
I am dethronéd in the rain of entity - My tears descent like of ebony - Life´s the theatre of tragedy - Dying - I only feel apathy!