Not one moment's sweetness lies
 In slumber whereupon I close my eyes.
 Oh, such dreaded visions, plagued and steadfast!
 Relentless reminders of a twelvemonth past!
 Slain in our chamber, the headsmen came
 Like great men of battle with self-righteous claims!
 Oh, how her pleas echo still in my cursed ears!
 How I beg to be returned to whence I came before here!
 The looking glass seems to laugh at my plight
 And of my reflection I shudder with fright
 This creature, this monster, this inhuman specter!
 Yet am I not fleshless or without feeling or gender?
 I beg, for what cause has this body encaged me?
 Ah, how the hangman's joke has fooled me!
 And so, Via Victis! Woe to the vanquished!
 Take heed, oh Devil servants! My vengeance is boundless!
 Now, a myriad of scattered, ancient headstones I've passed
 Each grave merely storage under dew-covored grass
 Oh, my love! You believed in the beginnings of death!
 So Requiescat In Pace, may in eternal peace you rest!
 My wraith-body crumbles and shrinks onto the earth
 Amusing is this necropolis; how corporeal death brings  rebirth!
 The rush of wings from the blackbird, my shadow,
 Calls upon my weary legs to follow
 Ah, the moment of my redemption is near!
 Then on to Valhalla with my love, my dear!