Come sweet death and merry me to the grave
Let no light shine from my eyes and my flesh rot away
Let the stones and dirt embrace me in a deep earthen blanket
and my young hair turn grey
Come loving death and escort me to the grave
Weather it be to lakes of fire or heavens choirs I no longer care
Come you black and foul smelling thing
And bury me in a bottomless chasm
Take me to my final place