Away with my troubles
Gone is my plight
My soul doth have yearning
And direst yearning, I might

Among fallen loathed
Beneath seethed grains
Around the trodden distilled
Becomes my fate's disdain

So horror, my mind beseeched me of
One last kiss, from one that I loved
Yet nigh shall my heart grant me the grace
To withstand such a clout, to endure several a man's fate

So terror, much calamity within my soul
Against ravaged beasts that claim my role
Oh, consume me dear fellow
What consumes me, unknown

My dear love, ne'er more shall I see thee
Against my own will, nor my plead
And nevermore shall I ask for this
For it shall be my poison, just one last kiss.