She dwells in beauty - and all beauty must die time to say good-bye and joy, whose hand is on her lips and aching pleasure´s sigh. Her eyes are like a dying star her face adorned with mud and silver lurks within her hair white lids already shut. O, soft embalmer of the still midnight bringer of darkness - seal my eye. Enter death, the gleams of daylight fall into my dreams as I die. She dwells in beauty - and all beauty must die time to say good-bye and joy, whose hand is on her lips and aching pleasure´s sigh. How sweet she keeps her secret hidden in her ashen lap her face embalmed with vanity she fell into my trap.