Plucking the flower he's scented so sweet
Out in the garden where you love to play
Now find the earth opening up at your feet
Here come his hands to take you away.
Out of the night comes your sweet mortal bride
Wondering if she had made a mistake
Seeking to light up the face that you hide
Here comes the candle to burn you awake.
Earning the chance to bring back the dead
Singing of sorrow your lyre you played
But when you stumbled and turned back your head
Here in the darkness your tender love stayed.
"Go tell what you saw, if you think you can."
So says the godess that you had seen bathe
And when you see you're no longer a man
Here come your hounds, and stag blood they crave.