Текст песни The Story of the Blue Snow - Oceanvs Orientalis

I died for beauty
but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb,
When one who died for truth
was lain In an adjoining room.
He questioned softly why I failed?
For beauty, I replied.
and I for truth
themself are one
We brethren are" he said.
And so, as kinsmen met a night,
We talked between the rooms.
Until the moss had reached our lips,
And covered up our names.