Thou lips bring poison and delight.
Thou eyes are brighter than the night.
I can stay to hold your hand.
Until we die, burn crimson, dear.
Thou catch is all I needed of;
we'll never let the other go.
So, 'til exist eternal love,
we'll divide her with one soul...
And if one of us leave and die,
the other will burn in hellfires;
but whatever happens, dear,
you'll have my soul, I'll having yours.