DO YOU HEAR THE MISSION BELLS?

THAT TOLL SO LONELY IN THE RAIN

MOURNING MY DEATH MARCH INTO HELL

MY MOTHER WHISPERING TO ME "NOTHING WILL BE THE SAME"



DO YOU HEAR THE CRIES OF MY LOVE?

NO LONGER WILL SHE FEEL ME NEXT TO HER

NOR MY HEARTBEAT OR SOFT GENTLE TOUCH

AS MY LONGING STILL WITHIN ME STIRS



DO YOU SEE ME BEING LOWERED DOWN?

INTO THAT BLACK CRAMPED ABYSS

MY MIND SCREAMING, BUT NO SOUND

COMES FROM MY COLD SEALED LIPS



CAN YOU HEAR ME NEAR YOUR WINDOWSILL?

UNDER THE COVER OF AN ECLIPSED NIGHT

OH! YOU THOUGHT I WAS A WHIPPOORWILL?

NO, SMILING, I THINK: JUST A BLACK BIRD ALL THE WHILE