When all that is within me –
Death, naturally –
Lives to fight against
My deepest, deepest craving –
I choose who defines me
My old god, my true saving,
Or apathy that finds me
Lost in reproach hence.
Sisters, prepare thy lanterns,
and do not lose the light
The memory of the Count.
Look not to one another,
for the one whom you seek
is not here
When Love that overcomes me
Is at least as strong as
Death, naturally –
There jealousy awaits
Burning, still burning,
Demanding as the grave
