Lay here with me,
Ravaged by despair
Cover me with eloquence,
and splendor that you bear
The Warrior Poets have wept for me
Soiled with slaughter,
I have become endowed with grief
Beneath the ground on which I lay
Walk this bloody path,
To where I've fallen down,
Over here I lay,
In the dark I'm cold and trembling
I feel the warmth has gone
On deaf ears fell my last call
Take my bloody hand,
And lie where death abounds
The hearse has callen me
In the dark Will you remember me,
When all the warmth has gone?