I am a silent mourner,
At my [own] grave,
I watch all along,
As they take my body away.

The lover weeps  there,
Where my corpse lays,
His cries are dead,
And the tears, sinister.

I reach out my hands,
To embrace my lover,
In the comfort of his arms,
I shall die forever.

But oh! he sees me not,
His eyes have turned to stone,
For he sees no justice,
In being left alone.

I promised to be with him,
In life and in death,
And now, all I do is
Watch him rot in hell

Ah! look at the mother,
Who cut out her womb,
To bring me to this world,
Just to surrender me to doom.

I call out to my mother,
To be cradled in her arms,
The warmth of her being,
So close to my heart.

But oh! she hears me not,
She is numb as her child,
Who's being swallowed up,
By the unforgiving flames.

I am a weakened soul,
Weighed down by my sins,
The body is burned to cinders,
As the world comes to an end.

They put up my picture,
Up on the wall,
Though, its not my best,
But dad's favourite of all.

They will learn to live,soon
The way I am learning too,
I walk away in silence,
To the moon-lit moor.

But oh! what do I see,
A shadow coming my way,
The frame comes into picture,
As the moon lights my LOVER's face.

All we are left with,
Is plain loneliness,
We see the world go by,
As he hugs me with a kiss.