Mon amour, I've seen him there-
                     the reaper by your side,
His unweildy scythe firm in hand,
                     ready upon hour to strike.
J'taime, mon coeur,
                    if I could but take your place,
Away from you the angels 'twould fly:
                    tis I that they would chase.

Mi amor, the nightengale rests
                    just upon your shoulder,
Singing so sweetly to Thanatos,
                     each second drawing him closer.
Te amo, mi corazón,
                     yet all I can do is wait,
By yourside I sit helpless,
                     as bells toll at your wake.