The death of my friend,
such sorrow,
such grief,
yet because of him,
it's nothing but sweet.
A unified body,
weary and worn.
A group of lost children,
all caught in the storm.
Happy and full,
because of the feast.
On edge and anxious,
because of the beast.
The lightning it crackled,
The thunder it roared.
The hunter's cries rang out,
along the shore.
Out of the wood,
now stumbles the beast.
My dear friend,
My sweet friend,
Crawling out of the wood,
was then trapped by the hunters,
and struck by their spears.
My dear friend has died,
lying dead by the beast,
mangled and broken,
yet it's nothing but sweet.
My love,
My sweet love,
He lead the pack.
A savage, a murderer,
but we can't go back.
My friend watches over us,
from up above,
and I am here waiting,
lost with my love.
The death of my friend,
such sorrow,
such grief,
yet because of him,
it's nothing but sweet.