I have had my fill of Grief,
O’er-sated with sorrows,
Yet still they swell;
Death, the Glutton,
Brooks no ransom:
Our taste, on Earth, of Hell.
I have had my fill of Grief,
O’er-sated with sorrows,
Yet still they swell;
Death, the Glutton,
Brooks no ransom:
Our taste, on Earth, of Hell.
