My friends are all foes, my lover’s a liar
My body is burning, my flesh is on fire
My bones all are breaking, my spirit remains
What is the good of a heart when so engulfed by pain?

Cathedral bells pealing, they beckon me “come—”
But how can I go freely with what’s being done?

Days steal into evening, the gloom ever deeper
Would that the flames which consume me, awaken the Sleeper