As he rises from the cursed lake,
full of corpses and death,
he realizes it was a mistake
hold with hope his breath,
when he had no longer strength.
And the brave star is sure,
even when unbreakable is his faith,
that drowning would have been a better fate to endure.
He just wants his head to shake
while on his hair rest a wreath
full of expectations that will break
because his soul still floats in the river of Lethe.
He doesn't want to break his oath
but with vigilant glances full of rancour,
the little king thinks as he hides a cry underneath,
that drowning would have been a better fate to endure.
He can't drown the cries of the mandrake
not even a with his wand made of heath
so he closes his eyes to avoid the headache-
He can no longer imagine the feeling of a fresh bath
without feeling that it will be his last breath,
so he sobs his sorrows because he knows there is no cure.
The cursed Black heir realizes, as he dreams with his hopeless path
that drowning would have been a better fate to endure.
His heart beats as he looks at the blood beneath
the body that was once his brother and is now impure.
The foolish boy knows, while looking with horror at the bloodbath
that drowning would have been a better fate to endure.