The end of time is shining in your eyes,
But only in the moment of your death;
October winds are chill and autumn cries
Such desperate hope to catch your final breath,
But I still hold an ancient, somber key
Which sings and tempts so darkly in the night
A rhyme to waken life within the tree,
And strum the giant oak to put things right
For centuries now stand between our love;
Such time that slices darkness through my heart
With luck will let us finally rise above
The task forever keeping us apart
To speak the spell is all that I must do,
And trust the oak will let me then pass through