Joss Whedon
Heavily
Pardon, goddess of the night,
Those that slew your virgin knight;
For the which, with songs of woe,
Round and round her tomb they go.
Midnight, assist our moan;
Help us to sigh and groan,
Heavily, heavily:
Graves, yawn and yield your dead,
Till death be uttered,
Heavily, heavily,
Heavily.
(Thanks to Sylvia F. for these lyrics)
From Letras Mania