Erlkönig: Lorn

Melancholia's lodestone chills my heart To fragile crystal of blood-red tears. Joy has in me yet no living part As sorrow withers my stagnant years. An icy shattered vengeance rends my core; Love, sundered, falls in desolate twain. I lay 'mid my soul and its freezing gore. No hope to save lost happy life again. My vestige grown still, the light fades away As my song's breath surrenders its last. Not even sun, withered, lights my dying day. Weep not for lost joy, 'tis passed.