Thy maketh me to sail unto an ocean too deep
Thou art hugging me for a pain who shall lie betwixt my wounds
Thy crusheth me down 'til, I and I woe for my eyes ....
woe my eyes this temple of tears
In vein I giveth her my heart eke my brain , thy turn it insane
a caddisch will , a satanic velin
Craze and making a haze upon her heart I mean -her maze-
Too heavy to take it all upon my shoulders
This bitterness I knew after thy bewitchment
Are all thise allusions were just a mockery ?
Illusions I wish to be , a dream not a fatal tragedy
Oh how I suffered and it methinks just a fluey
Naught shalt make me forget her , nay art without her
wherfore thou makest me survive within this pain and thole
Wither I go thy memories go with me , wither I move thy move with me
I mote end this , I wilt rest in peace where there wilt be a place to heal the injuries of thou
where there eart nay memories of you





