My poor soul lies dead in its grave,
And my heart lies broken in pieces.
And the death is the one that I crave
- people say, everything it releases -
I’m a victim of love and a martyr of passion,
And my friends are the loneliness, sorrow and pain.
I remember the day when you heard my confession,
And then made me reveal that my love was in vain.
Now, thrown in the darkness, I’m living my life,
And I try to find answers to all of my questions.
I just cannot believe you will let my love die,
For so long its sweetness for me was so precious.
Soon the shadow of death will be hung over me,
I will vanish and leave so much love doth unspoken.
All my dreams and my hopes, they forever will be
By you in a million pieces doth broken.