I wish you fall not for me, I am not what I seem to be.
A desolate devil doomed to despair, in the deepest darkness of an eternal affair.
O I love you so very much, but fall not for me.
In the distant clouds my spirits wander, I sail across the open sea.
You are my dearest little girl, but fall not for me.
You shall see not the world so dreary, the devil dwelling in melancholy.
O my most adorable little rose, fall not for me.
I am bound to soar alone into nothingness, perhaps after death we shall see.
Yet what freedom have we – when such force is beyond our will to be?
