It is here, I sung my song

to my beloved dead

her soul rest on this candle

wick no longer burning.

My beloved, the hoards

of hell will try to steal

her spirit even now

as she wanders upon

the abysmal planes.

I am drunk from rage

for time has slipped by

and she is no longer present.

I call on the dead,

I call on the flames

that touch these grave stones,

heed my call

for I come with presents!

*slays the sheep*

Behold, for another

heart beats now.