That which does not exist,
though I wish it ever so,
lies deep within my soul.
Mercy, sweet mercy let be.

Cradled in the stream,
rocked against the shores,
never to witness morning light.
Mercy, sweet mercy let be.

Clear as rain and gentle as storm,
I stray not from the path given,
wishing yet to see thy fate.
Mercy, sweet mercy let be.

Born of flesh and bone,
yet holding soulless eyes,
a child of only death itself.
Mercy, dear mercy.
Let be.