Death was for me a fellow traveller often it comes to see me, but ever takes me. My friendship for her, makes it undoubtedly escape?
It seeds dread and laughs in our depend
Come Sweetheart, grip me in your faithless arms I want to accompany you, to follow farandole your In The country of Nonexistence, endless sleep, There or neglect is king: without suffering nor words.
i wait for you and hope you, but in your atrocity You hit the young mother, or the child who played; you know neither justice, nor the slightest equity,
You take according to your cards,
and having made to roll dices!
It seeds dread and laughs in our depend
Come Sweetheart, grip me in your faithless arms I want to accompany you, to follow farandole your In The country of Nonexistence, endless sleep, There or neglect is king: without suffering nor words.
i wait for you and hope you, but in your atrocity You hit the young mother, or the child who played; you know neither justice, nor the slightest equity,
You take according to your cards,
and having made to roll dices!
