Right here, all those my tears, my sad world,
are not enough, nor a consolation, to my contrition.
Here in this dark, forsaken home, I am alone,
thy cold heart, like a fool, plays a midnight song.
Now that you are with your king, his might and all
those dark angels will sing heavenly, scornful hymns.
My woman, I shiver, ah, catch the tears in my eyes,
for you're such a dream that my mind couldn't hold.
In this darkened room, I shall die, abandoned,
so mournful, and all my knees sink in dire oblivion.
The world is unforgiving, so unwilling, so wrong,
not to hear our story, for I wake up where I don't belong.