Overature — Aesma Daeva

In darkness let me dwell

The ground, the ground shall sorrow be The roof of despair which bares all cheerful light from me To bar all cheerful light

The walls marble black which moistened still shall weep from me They still shall weep forever in darkness To bar all cheerful light

The roof of despair which bares all the cheerful light from me To bar all cheerful light

My queen I only wish my song to please thee I wish to be the minstrel in your gallery I wish to be the minstrel in your gallery

My music Jarring, jarring Jarring, jarring sounds to banish sleep

Thus bedded to my woes and bedded, bedded to my tomb Oh let me living die, oh let me living Oh let me living die Till death do come, till death do come Till death, till death do come