Gently I lay my roses aside

Softly creep over carpet and sheet

That wornéd cloak to silently glides

Then to the bed and to sleep sweet.

Mournfully I put her flowers down

Quietly to kneel and contemplate

The crimson stain around is wound

Then falling forward to be too late.

Angrily with burning hate

I watched her die there in my arms

Striking forth in fiery rage

In revenge for love’s lost charms.

The knife she held so daintily

Had carved into my face a scar

My blood and hers was running free

In the snow and falling fire.

Harshly I promised upon her grave

Never again to strike and kill

To hold my blade and murderous will

To allow the bastard to live.

Forever now I walk far ways

Forever now I ponder

Forever now until sweet death

Far ways and no ways I wander.