Oh, how I mourn for Adonis!

His blood has been spilt,

And the child I love is gone!

Oh, how I mourn for Adonis!

The freedom and the death;

The tears and the hate.

Oh, how I mourn for Adonis!

This child of grief, this child of beauty!

There had been no escape for him until now.

Oh, how I mourn for Adonis!

His childhood joy, there was none,

For a he lived in a world where he didn’t belong.

Oh, how I mourn for Adonis!

A bore had released him,

And a bore had destroyed him.

Oh, how I mourn for Adonis!

Now, with each drop of blood,

A flower of beauty shall remember his fate!

Oh, how I mourn for Adonis!