Over my sins

My spectre around me the night and the day
wiId beast on my way
Seven more lovers weep all night and day
tomb where my loves lay
Seven of my loves have tasted your knife
and lost their poor life
Seven more lovers will stand every night
shining with bright light

And never I return
For victory I burn
I all alone I'll have
And I will be your grave

Over my sins you are sitting and moan
No sins of your own?
Over my sins you are sitting and weep
lull your own sinss sleep
Follow in a storm iron tears groans of lead
poor tomb of my head
Scratching the wall of transgression of sad
I broke the holy bread