It was in this haunted place
under a moonless cloak of ebony.
I was drawn to the glow
of a young spiritess weeping
in the woods.

The blackest ravens and ice-veiled boughs
have spoken of you, goddess of these bleak woods.
I yearn for your embrace,
Spiritess of the melancholia.
Show me again your sweet face.
Enchant me with your rich, cinder burnt ether.
Lure me into your arms,
And bless unto me eternal death.