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I'm left to ponder
The heart in my chest, so sore
Now I wonder
What has summoned me to this stone-grey door?

In the summer I did visit your grave
With flowers in my hand
And how I remarked how I was still your slave
My life, still yours, forfeit until the end

Now it is autumn and the wind is bitter
Like the sight of your lonely grave, grey by the sea
And how did those flowers in my hand bend and wither
When I asked had you loved me?

How could you leave me to be haunted
By the memories of your kisses and the smell of your hair?
That ethereal beauty you so flaunted
So mesmerizing, even on your deathbed, where I could only stare

How could my darling leave me?
Why would I suffer this premature cruelty?
These bitter and burning tears make it difficult to see
I'd do anything to see your beauty.....

What has called me here to this dungeon door?
Why have I pried it open, letting these demons burst forth?
This love for you, an obsession I could not ignore
That even this unbinding of evil brings me no remorse

I've made a deal with a devil,
My soul, the offering,
Sacrificed for them to reveal,
A cure for this suffering.

And now I see you again,
My dear, so pretty, so sweet
But my remorse and horror came up, then,
For you were no longer beautiful, a thing of rotted meat.