Tragic sleeps with one eyed open,
I beckon Lama to come out...

Words that mean something
Tides that are high...

Glisten my dark martyr
cry my catafalque seraph...

Your splendor is a favor to me
Your beauty brings wounder to me...

Despair weeping moments, embrace anguished, for...
like a ebony dream, never deeming about the good...