Your death is only sad so long as I'm alive, love.

You for whom the raven mourns
The crimson bloom your body torn
Her shadow loom, the spirit forlorn

Oh, father, you whom guards the gate
Let him back in our world!

You for whom the raven mourns
Her eyes your tomb, her lips to warn
Your blood perfume, the rose for the thorn

Oh, father, you whom guards the gate
Let him back in our world!

You for whom the raven mourns
She will not exhume, as she had sworn
But her soul entomb, physical shorn

Oh, father, you whom guards the gate
Let her into his world!


Without him, she cannot live in this world.