Raymond:
Now as I am to be bereaft of my troth
I cry aloud my last words of lost hope.
A violent gust of wind is my frame of mind;
Fluxes like moisture through pores.
Raymond:
I am unwilling to forgive
Him who depriev'd me of my life —
Gloaming the sequence —
A momentary view.
Perishing intervals of rejoice —
My supreme happiness is lost!
Liv:
Baleful emotions of fear — my body is the earth —
The earth is now destinéd to be made forlorn —
Forlorn from the enlivening energies.
Am I not anylonger living?
Liv / Raymond:
In mournful silence I suffer —
In peace I now will rest.
My hard-working hands
Are now reposéd.
Liv / Raymond:
I close thee, my belovéd, into my heart —
Conceal thy memory in my inner sanctum.
In my thoughts thou shalt forever be —
As a dear and precious remembrance.
I'm dethronéd in the reign of entity —
My tears descend like of ebony —
Life is the theatre of tragedy —
Raymond:
Dying — I only feel apathy!
Liv:
Dying — I only want sympathy