Death of Tristan
Sit down, Sit down, Wandering Knight,
Your Queen waits in secret for you in vain.
Make haste, Oh, Wandering Knight,
Your Queen sits lonely in the balcony again.
Break your Oath, Woe betide Knight,
The Queen wishes to heal you from all pain.
Oh, Loitering Knight! Oh, Loitering Knight!
Remember her pale beauty, forsaken by your honor,
Shred our love in pieces, this love is only anguish.
Even before meeting, ruin was spreading her tart ardor
Wooer of disaster, in this Realm, love is a way to punish,
For love is here the most clever and malicious traitor:
A doom to all land, in strife and blood will split and perish.
Tremble now, Tremble now, Forlorn Queen.
Cling to the memories, filling the trail you now follow.
Rush now, Rush now, Forlorn Queen.
Tremble with pain, blazing your face with sorrow.
Do not Despair, Do not despair, Forlorn Queen.
Your Knight rests in the ground struck by an arrow.
Ah, Doomed Queen! Ah, Doomed Queen!
Hurry in swift gallop to match the ill fortune’s march,
Bestow your final love, seeding the sourest tears.
Death looms willful, in her wake all living will perish.
In your arms life fades, facing you his spirit swears
Vowing for a love, that not even Death could finish
Scorching Love, marking your heart with many sears.
Ah, abandoned Queen! Abandoned Queen!
Even in your retire, you still not rest well...
Ah, abandoned Queen! Abandoned Queen!
For the autumn is your only station to dwell...
Ah, abandoned Queen! Abandoned Queen!
But only in the winter’s mists you hear his yell...
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