The blood runs thickest when the blood runs cold
Some die young, and some die old
Cold is the fear; warm is the bold
Our deepest secrets are left untold
Sad thoughts in my mind are sung: manifold
Just to be stricken down with pain foretold
To the wind, cheerfully scattered is my mind
Searching to see there, nothing to find
The will of nature, beautiful yet unkind
You--to me, I soon shall bind
This ineffable mystery shall soon unwind
The seldom-seen seal of my sacrifice has been signed