Requiem of death inside
Thy humble soul, thy twitching heart.
Tell me, lord, what is thy guide
That makes thee want me to depart?

By the 13 ghosts i am bewitch'd...
'twixt eternal smoke, the spirit's flame...
O final fame, o senseless shame.

Thou art ashamed, my lord?

'tis so, my lady, ay!
The me cannot deny
My pain and my grief,
A cover is a leaf
For cold and dying worms,
For claustrophobic moles,
Imprison'd bodies, souls.

O darkness guides me well,
To heaven not! to hell?
Hell? a place to live,
To be freed from grief?
A place cannot be free... / there thou will not be free,
In nothingness seek me! / can't bear seeking thee...

O lord, do not pass away...

Myself hath come so close
To the dirge o' rose,
Which no water feeds,
Being crush'd by weeds.

Joy me then and share my pain!
Death's not wild but it's tame...
Tame as thou canst see...

...i wilt follow thee...

Thy greatest words have pass'd thy lips.
Escape from life, a life that whips
An old and leaveless tree!

I wilt follow thee
And my tears i take with me...
...forever free, forever free...