Screams of heart's anguish spread chaos through my mind
Tempests, of passion, dark eyes love weakness of the blind
Passion, and torment, this hope forlorn
Feeding, on feelings, where hope was born

I trace the night for emotions I can reap
As dark will enclose you, I drink all you weep

Tears bitter strike vainly a portret on your face
They argue with laughter, the dance of pain's grace

My child, be calm now, let comfort come to you
By hands of these dreams in which we love anew
And then dawn, shall wake thee, and murder the wish

A sword of tears, a shield of pain
Crown of grievance, for the guardian of sorrow

Strike down upon me, a glint in my eyes
Of silvery treasures, where hope brought the lies...