• oh what a shame,
    that love is a flame,
    that shall forever remain untamed.
    Love is a flame,
    that without a spark,
    shall remain unchanged.
    Oh what a shame,
    that without a flame,
    love shall never truly change,
    forced to forever remain the same.
    Forced to forever stay in this form,
    This pain will haunt me forever more.
    Why dear spirits,
    do you hurt me so,
    take the merits,
    let me go.
    To make my own conclusion,
    and meet my demise,
    so none shall see,
    the soulless eyes.
    Turn upon him the sinful eye,
    for he himself wishes to die,
    even though his soul's detached,
    from his body where it was latched.
    Now relieved of his sorrowful soul,
    his body within a coffin,
    buried in a hole.