The Last Bell (Dark Renaissance Folk)

[intro] [Verse 1] My heart is slain, With sorrow and pain, And all in vain I cry again! The ground is cold, The story told, Of love grown old, And bought and sold. Oh, heavy, heavy sighing! My comfort is a-dying. [Verse 2] Now gone is the light, Into the black night, Out of my sight, Bereft of all might. Where is that face, Full of all grace, That held this place? Now empty space, A broken case, Without a trace. [instrumental bridge] [Verse 3] The bell doth toll, For a gentle soul, To pay the toll, Of death’s dark hole. No herb, no weed, Can help my need, Or stay the bleed, Of this dark deed. Woe, woe, Must it be so? Whither shall I go? [Verse 4] Thus ends the play, Of my bright day, Turned all to clay, And swept away. Good people all, Both great and small, Behold my fall, Wrapped in a pall. So close the book, No longer look, On what death took. [outro]