In a little house in the village
Where once long ago I have been
My heart is kept enchanted
While my love lies with other men

She sets them free at morning
And never a care does she set
To see them again at evening
For there is someone new to be met

They wander absently unknowing
More than the desires of her flesh
For her heart she has absconded
Though tissue still beats in her chest

She ensorcells herself about with lies
Because, ah, they are easy to bear
Seeking happiness without commitment
Thinking herself no worse for wear

And perfect still I find her
Sullied and deadly may she be
Because I alone have known her
And she buried her heart with me