A Lambert chuckle was it, resting deep
Into frightful circle of trees, thereof, opening
Lantern of hope dies, shall I be more esteemed?
Rumbling with the grave of a sinner, tears wiped or not?
Shrugged is the gestures, of a dead man talking
Twittering in moans, voices of the wild mixed
Shallow timber puffs symphonies of death out loud
The decay is here’ where the deceased live no more
The final decay arrives; you shall see the color of her eyes!
The devil lives in them and smiles; Ah, the chanting

As you are my love's pin
I admire the  passion bin
Whosoever brings me love
For me, akin to a devils's twin
For love has hurt me too much
in days and nights, pain's fin
Living life with charity and grin
I feel nothing pure, all but sin
Let all the bitter things pass by
forgive, forget, and let me in

Dwell in a rustic whereabouts,
Dinning on sweet tasty trouts,
Forgiving unto all evils thus,
Fate is a new born curse,
Hoping for hopes of longing
Kissing the slaves wrong doings,
When shall the souls falter,
and when shall begin run after;

Days are passing, hopes are rising
People are living, People are dying
There is bitter love and tasty deciet
there is venomous ego, lovers' treat
We have come , we will go soon
to places far, scary and unknown
Till then, my friends let there be love
Let us hate the hate, and be peace dove