Near yonder hollows of Eden
By the banks of the rivers four,
A hopeless man lies a-bleedin’
In his own life’s pool on the floor.

God, angels, nor man can save him,
Since it is more than they can do
To witness him groan grave and grim
From where his sister ran him through.

She plunged the knife through his rib cage
And gave it a hideous twist
And was a gleeful sangrephage,
Licking spurts of blood from her wrist.

There have died many knights errant,
But ne’er so heartbroken and blue.
Adam and Eve are our parents,
I’m the lad, and the sister’s you.