Our lady of seven sorrows,   Mother of mourning, precious lich...      A white horse found your grave,   Then it was beheaded.   The funeral goat's semen   Annoints your resting place.      Far below, the state you're in replenishes   My well of loss   As things from beyond watch as you rot   Beneath me.   Wretchedly, I pine as I begin at once to claw   The earth   To free you from the worms, to free you   From damnation.      The stake in your bosom pains me too...      Wistfully, I gaze into those empty holes   Which once were eyes   That beheld so much blood, that beheld so   Much evil...   Cyanotic lips caress the cold grey face of   One interred   Whose flesh is much too frail, whose flesh   Begins to quiver.      Mistress of my flesh,   Your servant longs for your kiss,   To hold you once again,   All pretty with blood...      Now shall all of heaven weep.