In life of wrongs and dreaful sorrow,
There, they speak again,
Our broken hearts will die tomorrow,
Wherever have you been?

Strings of clouds are falling up,
And eyes are happily full,
But waters in the spilling cup
Show all my wits are dull.

Alone in what they call a trap
I find my blood tonight,
They drink the sweetened, hollow sap...
He's breathing? Not so quite.

Monsters red with hungry teeth,
With minds ablaze of fear,
i've hung myself around this heath
In hopes that all could hear.

This mirror shows a pale disgrace,
Disgusting in the whole,
Let's take a shovel to his face
And end this horror full.

Don't be sad about this one,
It's better if he goes,
Let's give him immortal shun,
the lifeless North wind blows.

Hurrah to all my foes,
he's gone and no one knows.