Sleep brings no joy to me
 Remembrance never dies
 My soul is given to misery
 And lives in sighs ...
 The shadows of the dead,
 My waken eyes may never see,
 Surround my bed
 That from which they [bad word] - eternity

 Beneath the turf
 The silent dead

 Sleep brings no wish to knit
 My harrassed heart beneath
 My only wish is to forget
 In the sleep of death
 Death is my joy
 I long to be at rest
 I wish the damp earth covered
 This desolate brest

 Beneath the mould
 The silent dead

 But the glad eyes around us
 Must weep as we have done
 And we must see the same gloom
 Eclipse their morning sun

 Oh not for them - Should we despair
 The grave is drear - But they're not there
 Their dust is mingled - With the sod
 Their pale souls - Are gone, to god

 Well, may they live in ecstasy
 Their long eternity of joy
 At least I wouldn't bring them down
 With me to weep, to groan
 And what's the future
 sea beneath the cloudless sun
 mighty, glorious, dazzling sea
 Stretching into infinity

 My inner sanctum
 R.I.P