Oh dear martyr, where is thy heart?
For I am saving my love
For a rainy day
True is the life that fellows live
I have come upon this house;
Oh this house of graves
I\'ve come to bury
Where is doubt
If doubt hasn\'t reached me?
For I am enraged in the skies so blue
Oh the alarms are so alluring
Together we must save the fire,
For the fire is immense across the seas
And many flowers have ceased
Do you dare to call me sir,
Or do you dare to call me a determined lady?
Whatever it is that you prefer...
I am an extreme lady of doubt!
So let us live these flowers
Like they are a dream
For these invisible flowers are seen in the eye
But they are present to the soul;
Oh flaming martyr of the soul
How can we cease from doubt?
For my heart is one\'s honor,
And honor is in the heart.