In Sorrow In sorrow She mourns her beloved son What's next to follow No one knows In sorrow He mourns his beloved daughter What's next to follow His heart is hollow In sorrow She mourns her beloved husband What's next to follow She is now a widow In sorrow He mourns his beloved wife What's next to follow His desire for life is renounced to zero In sorrow They mourn the passing of a dear friend Someone they wished to be there tomorrow It hurts without pretext, whatever sorrow sends And we know and I know Sorrow returns not the life's it borrows Sorrow is a walking deadly shadow Sorrow is the virus we dread tomorrow Sorrow is the devils spell of lethal horrors Therefore my dear fellows In sorrow no more I mourn her sorrow In sorrow I have closed on her all my doors and windows