原始歌词 (English)
The Soul Howling
oh soul , as thou hurt art'
The unseen howl
Gathering among that night
Thy vigore , of yarn ,
Nor' a las'seen it was
The one rose
That once found upon thy soul
Has reached further realms
In far'ways ,
Alike lands of joy
Shall thy scent settle
And so , at a las' rejoice
A blossom it'll rose
Doth not fade
Nor doth share it's parfume
But awaits for thy one destined to be