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?