Oh, how my days have me bound
To a slumber eternal,
Wherein my ebon life,
Has become a nemesis I cannot break.
Come to me, I beg!
Cast upon me one last spell
As does Luna alone in memory,
Whose only touch mourns for me.
My throne is an empty soul,
Which instead rules me
As a thrall to my mind,
Knowing that all I have forgotten has died.
Never more will I witness summer,
As the standing stones bow in regret
Of my life and love; lost,
Wherein the Earth, rests the only trace.