Deep within the amber hills
Over the mountains filled with ghosts
Where roses die on window sills
And dreams are pearls on marble shores

Over the boundaries of hate and joy
Where my nightmares so often fly
Above that city known as troy
There lies my love, where I would die

And I would die my love, for you and me
For I would lay my heart upon your shore
For I would drown my sorrow in thy see
For this joy is death… yet nevermore