Lamentations Songtext
von Dreichmere

To her I return
The one I adore
Of whom in long and silent yearning
A mere season, eternal seeming
I lay dead but ever dreaming

The night, a tapestry overhead
Through forests and fields
Loping in shafts of starlight
There
Just beyond the pathway′s bend...

In her stead a stone
Of sculptured ivy stands.
Numb
My fingers trace the scars


'Herself she lay in blissful state
Beyond the gate of slumber to wait
Until in sunlight again we meet
We shall forever weep.
She leaves us bereaved.′

Plucked and laid upon this grave
Pedals bruised and damp with rain
Of noisome tears that spread and stain
The lingering scent of fair-flowered grace
Wilted
Dead
Amaranth
Face

The sun has left me
I am empty
Bleeding black soil

Would that moon had sooner raised
Me from perennial fleshborne bane
Clutched to my breast, her florid remains
I will mourn this day
The night has never looked so bleak