Look, for death has cast its shadow
And Reared its head.
Now my love that lies before me,
Has left a feeling filled with dread.
How her eyes
That has seen all things,
What a mood of macabre
Over my soul it brings!
And her lips,
That have still much left to tell,
Now lies with secrets
Which she knows all too well!

Hear the clanging of the keys,
The Dreadful keys!
What a mood of sorrow
The wretched piano brings!
How they clang, how its tune
Would drive me mad all too soon!
And the heavens hold their ears
All hours of the night
While I sit in tortured silence
In meakness and in blight!
Even the gruesome metronome
Have I grown to envy now
Its constant ticking with my heart
Has left a feeling so profound!
Hear the constant banging of the keys
The ghastly keys!
I have grown tiresome
Of the unwelcome tune it brings!
Through every grueling sound
Has left me anxious now
And how I rue the day
From this horrid instrument I found!

For things in Life,
Which I love most
I cannot hold.
The things in life
Which I hold presently,
I must not love.

The ring upon my finger
And the sweat upon my brow
A perfume around me sweetly lingers
As I take my solemn vows.
The jewel upon her hand
Has since left me with a feeling, grand
And now I am well endowed.
And my love, who loves me fair,
Looked as the angels with golden hair
Had found her purpose being there
And my heart is delighted now.
While a feeling came o'er me
As she spoke these sacred vows
Such desire burned within me
Our love, is like a fire now.
Love! From love I could not be shaken
God forbid I'm lost in dreams,
And if so I will not waken!
Lest sadness over me be taken
And these vows would be forsaken
Then in truth I would be dying now.

Wouldst thou feel loved?
Then let not thine heart
From yesterday be worn!
In the world, be one with love
And thine feelings aside not be torn.
The being which thou art,
And things thine eyes have seen,
Take gentle care of thine own heart
And thy wits about thou keen!

Not all depressed people wear black.
Depression doesn't only come at night.
Not all of them listen to metal music
Sadness often comes without a sound.

The world is settled to judge quickly. They fail to realize that the world, too,  began as a dream.