Wherefore didst thou mutilate rituals?
A poor soul hath taken away her own life?
And wherefore doth my mother goes along
With hurricane eyes?
'Tis hard to believe what I see
Art not these many daggers knifed in
My body enough for my very sins?
And now, one more, mixture of
Tears, pain and blood
Oh dear Ophelia
Wherefore hast thou abandoned this heart?
Crazy and far away I know I was
But I had to pretend madness to act
I never lost my reason... Till now
'Tis gone, maybe in thy funeral
If I'm right, thou shalt become an angel
With great wings thy love I shalt protect
'Tis hard to believe what I see
Art not these many daggers knifed in
My body enough for my very sins?
And now, one more, mixture of
Tears, pain and blood
Oh dear Ophelia
Wherefore hast thou abandoned this heart?
Crazy and far away I know I was
But I had to pretend madness to act
