Death awaiteth us all Waiting for us to trip up; To slippeth fast In the bask of the universal law.
And whilst the reaper calleth "Brandon cometh here mine friend" I swayeth over in slow step's Awaiting, knowing mine end.
Though on the other side Dearest amour, and truest friend's; A feastful party of uncorrupted None beast's for the homestead.
With a romantic who's hopeless as me None longer hopeless, but taken by her sweet; She'll be a comet, of heavenly treat's She shalt be mine queen, I hopeth to meet.