In Dea Tacita's behest

Did you slowly meet the fall

Forever shall thou rest

While I only live to bawl.

Mourning for thee, my dearest martyress.

In an era filled with strife

Never hast thou wavered

Carrying on with life

With amazement in thine favor.

If only I had seen you often

If only I had embraced you more

Now, you rest in your coffin

Suffering no more.

Sleep in peace, my fallen martyress.

Hoping that I catch you in your heart's depress

My presence granting you a tranquil bliss

But no more shall you suffer the world's cruel duress

Never to feel the warmth of my gentle kiss.

My presence won't make you a mistress in distress

But Dea Tacita craved a soul placed by her still decree

May you sleep soundly in Autumnus's cold caress

For there is not a Farrior that's fairer than thee.

May Elysium grant thee grace, my beloved martyress.