Lyrics
The Ankou comes and will not go away, empty.
Outside my quarters scream his wheels (plenty).
The Night Owls bawl, come to take meat, bones, and soul,
and to plant me deep into the soil.
I must admit that, by night, turmoil has me set to waver.
Ah, but I will wager that glad tidings
keep my thoughts in order.
My mind is as honed as Excalibur.
So, I shall weep on days of need and heed any remorse.
Send Death to reap and bury another seed,
to take a different course because time is precious,
as is love, and that is far from over.