The Sun of sorrow
Saw angels' morrow,
Everlasting ray.
For Her you want to pray.
Tightened gallow,
Shaded moon of tomorrow
Will fade farewell.
For Her you should had prayed.
From weak, what's hidden, doomy fault has raised,
By neglecting lovelorn for favour dime.
Hunch has turned Her joyless face,
'neath Her hair you saw hollow grace.
You saw a certain detail in Her look.
Overwhelming price for joy that She took.
Sunlight has just flicked in Her eye,
Dawn became Her last raw goodbye.
Damnation is becoming our only rapture.
