A horseman rides slowly through the mirror's sight   He's singing a hymn for the victory of another fight   Lancelot, his semblance radiates a mystic might      Hair from underneath his helmet, and the red helmet feather   Wave in the wind like a licking flame together      This brave armoured knight; raised by the lady to a goal   Because the flames of lust carbonise her soul      Infinite sadness or smothered grief   So alone, but these emotions won't leave   Your state, going from bad to worse   Now as lust evokes the curse      You left the web for pictures that the mirror sent   And forgot the loom   While you stepped towards the casement,   embraced by the arms of doom   Your lust brought you to the end      Fairy lady of Shallot   Now as you're looking down at Camelot      She's engulfed by the dismal night   When the wind extinguishes the candlelight   She's searing for this heroic knight   Wrapped in the web in which memories hide   Then the mirror cracked from side to side   The curse came upon her and she cried:   "Death chooses me to be its bride…"