But the queen–too long she has suffered the pain of love,hour by hour nursing the wound with her lifeblood,consumed by the fire buried in her heart. […]His looks, his words, they pierce her heart and...

The signs of the old flame, I know them well.I pray that the earth gape deep enough to take me downor the almighty Father blast me with one bolt to the shades,the pale, glimmering shades...

the dank night is sweeping down from the skyand the setting stars incline our heads to sleep.

I recognize the vestiges of an old flame