Poem by Raymond, Music by Theatre of Tragedy

Now as I am to bereaft of my troth
I cry aloud my last words of lost hope.
A violent gust of wind is my frame of mind;
Fluxes like moisture through pores.

I am unwilling to forgive
Him who depriev'd me of my life -
Gloaming the sequence -
A momentary view.
Perishing intervals of rejoice -
My supreme happiness is lost!

Baleful emotions od fear - my body is the earth -
The earth is now destinéd to be made forlorn -
Forlorn from the enlivening energies.
Am I not anylonger living?

In mournful silence I suffer -
In peace I now will rest.
My hard-working hands
Are now reposéd.

I close thee my belovéd into my heart -
Conceal thy memory in my inner sanctum.
In my thoughts thou shalt forever be -
As a dear and precious remembrance.

I'm dethronéd in the rain of entity -
My tears descent like of ebony -
Life is the theatre of tragedy -
Dying - I only feel apathy!