Her dirge still echoes in these woods   mourning lingers in the vales   As the wind cries on the shore   her wailing can be heard      Mirthless is this wandering   through hollow days   Like a pale ghost I waste away   in this foul world      What sin do I atone for   in this dreadful way   Why the gods sneer at me   as I keep writhing in pain      Where has my dearest gone to   Where sings now my maiden fair   Beneath the darksome waters   Underneath the moonlit waves      Where is our ill-starred son   Where lies our poor stillborn child   Below the silent mound   In the arms of sacred earth      She became weary of the world   Tired of this marred life   Burdened with sorrow far to deep   A pain impossible to bear      There is no light   at the end of this blackened path   Calm again are    the sullen waters before me      If gods shall hearken to me   fate will be benign   I leave these woes behind   depart from these cares   For we shall be reunited   on the other side   I descend to my love   and caress her forevermore