Truthful is thy surgeon's call
Unveil to me all that must fall
Which organs must be frozen ice
And give my soulmates only vice
Simple is one's holiness
Revile of what is true loves kiss
Of what must be the brightest light
Before to seek your final night
Quiet is a dead man's rest
Exposed white roses from thy breast
What might become this wicked storm
Will dissipate till peaceful morn
