Grotesque fairyland-astray

With fine falling snow

this myth now melts away

Through bloody archways

it flows upstreams to see

this heartache parching me

Burns my gaiety, tahng down it's golden mask

My tears ooze away on drifting soil


Through peace I stride and flee

Your musing thoughts caressed by fear

I hear some nightingales, they sing

My withered dreams to heal


Beauty's rose should never die

My grief lies onward, joy behind

But nature calls it to be gone

So tired with my woe...


Stormy gusts of winter's day

For restful death I beg

Ere that sun doth wake

Drown my sins'black memory


What freezings have I felt

what dark days seen in sleep a kind

Mounted on the wind your bareness

comes to touch the seals


Stormy gusts of winter's day

For restful death I beg

Ere that sun doth wake

Drown my sins' black memory


For never resting time leads summer

on my heart is slain

Withing this would which iron did impress

there will a river whispering run

The very birds are mute

The dread the winter's near

Their sings, they wet my eyes

Drown my world with weeping earnestly


Too hot the eye of heaven shined

Anon, the tunnel I will find

Praise deep vermilion in the rose

What tree or stone doth want a soul?


Light, thy picture in my sight

It's held within his hands

It's grounded in my heart

Disguised in bridal veils


Morning shadows wear away

How many mornings have I seen?