I beg thee, Death, please slain my heart
And let it bleed forever dark -
Bleed with pain
Within disdain.
And if these hands be stained with blood,
the blood will pour from scars of love;
And if these eyes be stained with tears,
the tears will pour from eyelids sealed.
Torn these petty feelings swift apart;
I beg thee, Death, please slain my heart -
Just one blow
Could end sorrow.
