Faceless demons torment my soul
Bitter honey and tears in my bowl
Monsters and nightmares around me Horology is anodyne for me Cold feelers of the night
Is stealing my mind
Poor jester for mankind
I quite alone and stone — blind
Monstrous face of the blindness
Look at me from the darkness
Seven black wells, seven eyes of hopeless
Tear my eyes!
What for they in the darkness?!
Tear my eyes
In the darkness of blindness!
Give me your hand
Feel my awful brand
God forgot his fold
I’m terrified and cold
Setting without the stone
On finger of the crone
I’m jester for mankind
Tear my eyes be so kind!