The game has ended, and the long quest too, Naked in silence, on a cross I’m bound for you. Let winds sweep off the shards of days gone by, When 'midst the ghostly lights I lived a lie. No more reproaches, words, or doubts to face, I’ve fled the web of every false embrace. And though my soul may mourn a dream betrayed, In ringing emptiness, my peace is laid. Let now another pledge her vows to you, I fade to dark, with no acclaim in view. My spirit is from heavy chains set free, No verse, no tenderness is sought by me. Farewell forever, angel of deceit, Our phantom episode is now complete. With pride I take this cold and lonely part— No one has loved you with a greater heart. [chorus] The light took flesh within her beauty’s grace, And lived mid shadows, men in name alone; But now this light commands our song to rise: For Love is stronger than the silent stone. All is fulfilled, my bitter lot is cast, May it bring luck to you, and peace at last. I will not weep or let my eyes grow sore, Nor let lost love torment me anymore. The memory stings, your exit was so slight, Could such a parting ever be polite? But like a heel's sharp beat, my heart strikes through, Recalling her—the one you chose for you. I’ve learned that joy is but a mist, a ghost, A hollow flame within the shrine you host. No more will I fate's rugged slopes ascend, It’s time for every memory to end. The wounds that pierced me, I will now forget, Though bitter flight, it pays the final debt. I’ll still my pulse and hold my breath apart, To hear you pledge to her your cheating heart. [chorus] Our path is done, the time has come to part, As memories flee to twilight from my heart. I’ll wait no more for hope’s deceptive gleam, Nor save my soul from every phantom dream. The careless wounds you gave, I’ll cast away, Better, perhaps, than all that went astray. Yet still my heart seeks rest it cannot find, Imagining how you left me far behind. The novel’s closed, the road ahead is wide, In silence and oblivion I’ll hide. For what is past, I choose no more to mourn, I hope to warm a soul so cold and worn. To quench the stings of love’s remaining fire, And hear a peace as soft as any lyre. Yet still my heart flinches, a sharp, cold knife— Knowing that without you... is no easy life.
