1. A grave I dig and find rest in its pit
Better than a palace that harmed me with it

2. And I believed this life in my love of it
Yet it deceived me with its lies and cheating

3. And I pulled from life's thread its caverns
Now I fear unraveling at its pulling

4. And I will drink from the pigeons its cups
Between its frozen and its molten state

5. Sweetly torturing is remaining, but for doom
A day that saves me from all torments