her dirge still echoes in these woods
mourning lingers in the vales
as the wind cries on the shore
mirthless is this wandering through
like a pale ghost i waste away in
what sin do i atone for in this
why the gods sneer at me as i
where has my dearest gone to
where sings now my maiden fair
beneath the darksome waters
underneath the moonlit waves
where is our ill-starred son
where lies our poor stillborn child
in the arms of sacred earth
she became weary of the world
tired of this marred life
burdened with sorrow far too deep
the pain impossible to bear
there is no light at the end of this
calm again are the sullen waters
if gods shall hearken to me
i leave these woes behind
for we shall be reunited on the
i descend to my love and caress her