Shall I now drown myself into sorrow?
Shall I soon drown myself into grief?
Gone now are you, my maestro
Gone now are you, the thief.
No longer will you rule my night
No longer will you tell my fortune
For you are no longer my playwright
For you are no longer my swordsman
Though all of this, I’ll be strong
Be the siren in your slumber
Singing the most tempting song
Then turn into a reaper
I shall take thy heart
I shall take thy blood
For you will never be my Mozart
For you will remain only thought
Farewell now, I won’t be mad
Farewell now, I won’t be hard
Farewell now, might be sad
Farewell now, might just be...
Like lard.