Say A Mass For My Soul'S Repose, My Brother, Say A Mass For My Soul'S Repose, I Need It, Lovingly Lived We, The Sons Of One Mother, Mine Was The Sin, But I Pray You Not Heed It. Dark Were Her Eyes As The Sloe And They Called Me, Called Me With Voice Independent Of Breath. God! How My Heart Beat; Her Beauty Appalled Me, Dazed Me, And Drew To The Sea-Brink Of Death. Lithe Was Her Form Like A Willow. She Beckoned, What Could I Do Save To Follow And Follow, Nothing Of Right Or Result Could Be Reckoned; Life Without Her Was Unworthy And Hollow. Ay, But I Wronged Thee, My Brother, My Brother; Ah, But I Loved Her, Thy Beautiful Wife. Shade Of Our Father, And Soul Of Our Mother, Have I Not Paid For My Love With My Life? Dark Was The Night When, Revengeful, I Met You, Deep In The Heart Of A Desolate Land. Warm Was The Life-Blood Which Angrily Wet You Sharp Was The Knife That I Felt From Your Hand. Wept You, Oh, Wept You, Alone By The River, When My Stark Carcass You Secretly Sank. Ha, Now I See That You Tremble And Shiver; 'T Was But My Spirit That Passed When You Shrank! Weep Not, Oh, Weep Not, 'T Is Over, 'T Is Over; Stir The Dark Weeds With The Turn Of The Tide; Go, Thou Hast Sent Me Forth, Ever A Rover, Rest And The Sweet Realm Of Heaven Denied. Say A Mass For My Soul'S Repose, My Brother, Say A Mass For My Soul, I Need It. Sin Of Mine Was It, And Sin Of No Other, Mine Was It All, But I Pray You Not Heed It.