Emma Shapplin

Often, I Founder...

Emma Shapplin


Often, I founder. ..
Would that you could raise me up 
again!
Oh, to fly
My heart desires it so
Thus, I am tired
Of my cruel fate
Which devours me
Ah! I would fly away!

From which world of error
Did this dark evil
Which wounds my heart 
Come, to enter my thoughts?

The lady of the shadows
Shall no hinder my flight
She weeps...
She Shall no hinder my flight
The lady weeps
Over lethal love

Poisonous remorse
Which dashed my sweetness
My heart is glazed
Sealed hereafter
But who do i lack ?
Oh cruel fate
But who betrays me ?
Is he... wherefore ?

From which world of error
Did this dark evil
Which wounds my heart 
Come, to enter my thoughts?