Ye gods of endless night that wait on death below,
I'll to you ne'er appeal who know no pity tender.
My spouse I take from you, from grief and bitter woe.

In his stead I, a fond wife and faithful,
in his stead a faithful and a fond wife, surrender.
Ye gods of endless night that wait on death below.

Of love a willing victim, to death I gladly go.
Thus be't, I have no fear.
My heart feels courage great, which through love, it first did know!

Love's power supreme doth imbue it, and fearless strength is given through it.
My heart feels courage great, which through love it doth know.
Ye gods of endless night that wait on death below,

I'll to you ne'er appeal who know no pity tender.