Standing on broken edge
	where heaven and hell doth collide
	and dreams of men be yet denied
	so with heart and hand extended
	from a knee bended
	goes forth my solemn pledge

	Resound in halls forelorn
	Blowing the trumpets horn
	that even though now I go
	always for you my heart doth yearn
	and soon, ohh so soon shall return
	'til my fingers find your softness below

	alas but naught but help of above
	shall ever leave us to choose where we love