Sleep in deepest slumber sleep,
Where willows weep, and dark descends,
This is a season with no end,
For hollow is each day that dawns,
To wish for dreams that cannot be,
And hope for love we will not see,
Each ending to unfinished hours,
So quickly does the night portend,
Upon exactly life will end,
It's servants of relentless woe,
For now, there is no place to go,
Except inside cold, barren ground,
Where whispers wail without a sound,
As strife escapes, eternal peace,
At last, alone, each soul shall be,
Asleep, in deepest slumber...sleep.