Thy nape bruised by iron hands
Defiled tongues destroy thee
Iced eyes of hell mock thy fear
Oh woe to thee my purest bride
Thy soul murdered by the beast
Mine eyes weep for thy soul
Ill man robbed thee of thy light
Ere death,  thee hast known
That thy grave feet must stand
Woman, thou art precious stone
Of finest luster and fragile heart
Dost man not see thy tenderness?
Nefarious mind of the man!
Oh mother oh child of mine
Prithee strengthen thy spirit
I fain would give thee all of me
But my body hast none to gift
Yet, tis the same Scarlett veins
That doth flow within us, love
Together shall we fight forever
Thy nightmare soon shall rest