Lay here with me,
Ravaged by despair.
Cover me with eloquence,
and splendor that you bear.
The Warrior Poets have wept for me...
Soiled with slaughter,
I have become endowed with grief.
Beneath the ground on which I lay...
Walk this bloody path,
To where I've fallen down,
Over here I lay,
In the dark. I'm cold and trembling.
I feel the warmth has gone.
On deaf ears fell my last call...
Take my bloody hand,
And lie where d**h abounds.
The hearse has callen me.
In the dark. Will you remember me,
When all the warmth has gone?