On he hunts with sorrow none
 For what hath passed is gone
 His sole regret the absence
 Of desires worthie his teares

 Until he saw pitie in her eyne
 Where all the light did shine
 And soone all joie should die
 Her glazed eyne did wander
 mayden pure in grandeur
 Left alone & lost

 From her eyne he retreats
 Clad in mournfulle Mysterie
 He takes her heart in his

 But dark & dead is her light
 Evil took her fire's breath
 Her embers were by him devour'd
 And inside of him a fire buildes
 Of Hate & Love & Hope so sad

 The [bad word] forth
 Born anew above her Soule -
 Stolen here by the dark,
 Binding Magick of olde

 Frighten'd she nears him,
 And speakes:

 Thou, messenger of the Devil,
 Who brings fear into lovers' hearts,
 Thou, elixir to the hatred of men
 And air to my Soule, now dying;
 Leave me not, O shadow,
 Before I give myself away
 To these long denied desires,
 Thy gift to my dying heart