I beheld her, for she lay,
As the night did fade away,
Pale as ice, stone cold, dead;
Mortal and immortal should never wed.
I beheld him as he died,
When his rich royal blood slowed and died,
And in that stone tomb he lay;
To seek his lire beyond his day.
So, My King, My Queen, My prayer
The stars do shane, and tee art there,
Upon the lands where thy feet now tread,
Thy dream is over, as he said