Under the iron sea

Under the iron sea,

Over the gloomy sky,

Where trees are black

And leaves fall grey,

And green is grey,

There will the banshee come.

Riding a night owl she floats,

While the grey wind sadly storms,

And the heavy rain murmurs

Words of a buried pledge.

Rise apple tree, rise

And stretch your branches,

Take your golden fruits

There where no wind whips,

Take them where the Great

Architect sits watching us,

Still sorrow will I feel

But miserable no more.

Kill me, Kill me

Kill me, kill me,

Crack my bones, tear my chest,

Unfold my heart.

Still as an Atlantic storm

Will my feelings be,

Shatterproof is my love.

If I am to stay

Alive, only you I can

feed with the sweetness

Of my earthly worship.

I am to warm you

And be circumfused

By your light

Or, I would better

Not to be at all and fade

Away in fog and myst.

To die, to sleep,

No other way to stay on

This earth without you,

Beside pouring my blood

In ashaming poems to feel

Your warm hands on me once

And again, until earth

Is to shelter life within

This lonely universe.