Lady of Brokenstein

Collect thy bones
O Lady of Brokenstein
Though thy heart as I know
Indeed imprisoned by a mine
Gather the scattered sadness
As if everything was just fine

Collect thy bones
From over the Black Lake
And when some pieces get swept
By the washful river of Forgetake
Walk along the banks of Smiling
Forget life and what it had to take

Collect thy bones
O Lady of forgotten fate
Collect thy bones and rest
Soon they will open the gate
And into the kingdom of heaven
Ye shall get into, never so late

Collect thy bones
O Lady of Brokenstein
Collect thy bones