Death, my sworn enemy!
Enemy who hath taken my soul,
A soul so beautifully pure,
The soul of the one I love,
Her soul, purer than any angel’s.
Coulds’t thou speak to me?
And answer this query!
No sins we hath committed,
Then why did you take her from me?
Speak to me! I beseech ye!
Even the gods couldn’t answer me,
Perhaps ye hath grown evil,
Evil and jealous of the love we had,
Reasons? There are none, for our love was true,
After claiming her, what hath you gained?
Thou hath proved to me,
Even gods resort to blasphemy!
Unto ye I curse this folly!
Surely I will follow, wherever she may be!
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