skullz
02-28-2009, 08:17 PM
Weep not for me,my friends so dear.
I am not dead,just sleeping here.
My grassy bed,My grave you see,
Prepare in life to follow me.
A law eternal does decree,
That all things born should mortal be.
Through worms my poor body may claim as their prey,
'Twill outshine when rising the sun at midday.
Be wise ye living while you may,
Prepare against the comming day.
When you as low as I must lay,
Your souls from hench be called away.
I wait till I,like fire,shall rise.
In latter days,the healing rain,
Shall wash away these tears of pain.
Then will my voice in great goodbyes,
Join to the chourus of the skies.
Death,like a flooding midnight stream,
Sweeps us away,our lifes a dream.
An empty tale,a morning flower,
Cut down and whithered in an hour.
Now deep in earth,this bed of sighs,
I wait till I,like fire,shall rise.
Then let the last loud trumpet sound,
And bid our kindred rise;
Awake ye nations underground;
Ye saints asend the skies.
Blessed are those who silently wait,
For they shall pass a beautiful gate.
I am not dead,just sleeping here.
My grassy bed,My grave you see,
Prepare in life to follow me.
A law eternal does decree,
That all things born should mortal be.
Through worms my poor body may claim as their prey,
'Twill outshine when rising the sun at midday.
Be wise ye living while you may,
Prepare against the comming day.
When you as low as I must lay,
Your souls from hench be called away.
I wait till I,like fire,shall rise.
In latter days,the healing rain,
Shall wash away these tears of pain.
Then will my voice in great goodbyes,
Join to the chourus of the skies.
Death,like a flooding midnight stream,
Sweeps us away,our lifes a dream.
An empty tale,a morning flower,
Cut down and whithered in an hour.
Now deep in earth,this bed of sighs,
I wait till I,like fire,shall rise.
Then let the last loud trumpet sound,
And bid our kindred rise;
Awake ye nations underground;
Ye saints asend the skies.
Blessed are those who silently wait,
For they shall pass a beautiful gate.