I lost more I ever gained
   far away, far away...
   Thunder die, heartache cry
   Star-crossed light never meant far, far away...
   Whisper trance-enchants and fear!
  
   Light and fags, hope and fear
   Start to think and start to hear
   my voice soft, wit and charm
  
   Off I rise, twilight-path
   Never saw such trembling harm
   Cut-tongued spheres to appear
   falling down so fresh and free
  
   Flat my voice, wake or sleep
   I have met within my dreams
   Never feel a calm so deep
  
   How can grief break the wall
   to my long, long promised way?
   But my sake I will break,
   break in pieces never seen
  
   Senca, nevermore...
  
   Beauty, pleasure, youth
   which one will I choose
   to uphold my wounds?
   Beauty, pleasure, youth
   two of them to lose
   to avoid my tomb