Their dust is mingled
But the glad eyes around us
Surround my bed
Must weep as we have done
The grave is drear
My only wish is to forget
Are gone to God
I long to be at rest
Oh, not for them
This desolate breast
But they're not there
Should we despair?
Eclipse their morning sun
And we must see the same gloom
My harassed heart beneath
I wouldn't bring them down
I wish the damp earth covered
My soul is given to misery
The silent dead
Into infinity
Weep to groan
Death is my joy
The silent dead
With the sod
Beneath the mold
A sea beneath the cloudless sun
A dazzling sea
The shadows of the dead
My waken eyes may never see
Well, may they live in ecstasy
Beneath the turf
And lives in sighs
Sleep brings no wish to knit
What's the future?
Their long eternity of joy
My inner sanctum
In the sleep of death
That from which they sprung eternity, hey hey
[Incomprehensible]
Their pale souls
