Loss, veils his mind
The hidden and lonely camp
Poverty drives reason forward
Hope owns her soul
Hurry, black-clad shapes in the night
Toward dwelling in the shadow they rush
Lies bed a bridal bed with roses
With thorns of poison
End of Hold your eyes while the arms
Warm your body
Smother the burning heart
Until the fire turns to dust
Run you little girl, run add your planted seed
In the bath she sits, with soothing art of strength
He is plagued by troubles, but happy she will be
Further in the deep, black, she sinks down< br/>Till the waters have taken their treasure
Alone he rows in the night
When the ravages of time have buried
His sleazy dad
And wedding bells ring
His Enchanting sound
Toward the raised altar they take their steps
Brides two his side now part
One a flourishing fairing
The other tin and haloed with bridal dress nning wet
His senses have now failed his calm
Alone he got rest last night