Requiem.

Clutched I lied, struggling to find the solace of sleep.
Midnight rang heralding the nihility.
I froze, loosing all of my agility.
All I could do was hide under the heap.

Clutched I lied, struggling to find the solace of sleep.
Mine eyes gazing unto the blankness of death.
Whelmed in the reaper\'s breath.
I weeped.

Clutched I lied, struggling to find the solace of sleep.
I could hear thou signing.
Thy ripper was shining.
And swiftly thou sweeped.

Clutched I lied, struggling to find the solace of sleep.
My life has fleetly ended.
I should have tended.
None can escape thy reap.