In darkness let me dwell



The ground, the ground shall sorrow be

The roof of despair which bares all cheerful light from me

To bar all cheerful light



The walls marble black which moistened still shall weep from me

They still shall weep forever in darkness

To bar all cheerful light



The roof of despair which bares all the cheerful light from me

To bar all cheerful light



My queen I only wish my song to please thee

I wish to be the minstrel in your gallery

I wish to be the minstrel in your gallery



My music

Jarring, jarring

Jarring, jarring sounds to banish sleep



Thus bedded to my woes and bedded, bedded to my tomb

Oh let me living die, oh let me living

Oh let me living die

Till death do come, till death do come

Till death, till death do come