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!