Oh, I welcome thee, sweet suffering
with open arms and hollow stare
for I mourn do not on this summoning
but devotion I to you declare.
Oh, crisp beauty of sweet torment
guide me into vaults of heartlessness
to sink my soul in deepest lament
and calmly stroke the nothingness.
For I shall bow to you in cold obedience
on which you thrive, wicked and hidden
and the joy of pure deliverance
I am solely and eternally forbidden.
And then at night I see your vivid face
deceived I am not but filled with fright
for I know thy face and its grim grimace
as death slowly takes you out of sight
So I welcome thee, sweet suffering
with open arms and pains to bear
as I grieve do not on this summoning
but defeat I to you declare.