All is sad, deliciously sad
and the world affixes itself to the sorrow
quietly, the old woman's kiss
brought to mortal lips
swept away swept away the kiss
swept away swept away
swift chill of desolation
and the sadness affixes itself to decay
anxiety, the undone
brought to mortal hearts
swept away swept away her touch
swept away swept away
All is cold, deliciously cold
and the world affixes itself
to the silence.


