In deepest regret I keep my debts,
Knowing one day I will die

If that day comes today,
I want you to know that I died full of lies

For a traitor is he,
Who follows unknown,
Into the darkest secrets of the mind

But let me tell you a tale,
Of great wit and wisdom,
The only thing I'm sure will survive

A tip of a tear,
A groan of a wolf,
The howling of the unsound moon,

That is where the treasure lies,
A sorrow is a true boon.