In Darkness Let Me Dwell - Sting, Edin Karamazov, Джон Доуленд

In darkness let me dwell;

the ground shall sorrow be,

The roof despair, to bar all cheerful light from me;

The walls of marble black, that moist’ned still shall weep;

My music, hellish jarring sounds, to banish friendly sleep.

Thus, wedded to my woes, and bedded in my tomb,

O let me dying live, till death doth come, till death doth come.

In darkness let me dwell