With mine sweet hand thine sorrows will I lift
Your cup will never be empty nor sipped
for I will be your wine, your cherished gift
With this candle that bounds your haunted crypt

I will light your misplaced way in darkness
With this ring I asketh thee to be mine
‘Til the day the moonlight shines my carcass
If only thee cherish me so divine

But you detest me so, my spiteful dear
Behead mine soul in vile disgust, for she
Is the enchanting one you hold so near
With bitter soul thine heart exiles bruised me

For she is thine heart’s loving endeavor
Yet I am cursed to love you forever