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The Death of the Gravedigger
With the first sunlight I rise from my sleep.
To guide the dead and embrace them in their bed sheets.
I leave my fears, my dreams, my will and keep on digging and sigh.
For I'm the slave that never gets ill.
Like Charon I'm only a guide.
The dreamer that never had a real life.
I'm Deaths friend who takes no sides.
For I've seen them go, seen them pass bye.
Lived my life for their sake and deadly pride.
I've never known peace or the true meaning of life.
But here at this point in time with the white tombs sleeping in daylight.
Snow that never fades away, thats growing thicker with the years that pass by.
I hear the call, the melody, the morbid tunes played by gods cherubims.
Hear the dead how they turn around, because of the shame of the life now gone.
But I with no life, no pride, no dignity.
I don't tremble, and don't fear, having an epiphany.
Because I knew my time was near and still hoped for gods empathy.
I follow the calling that leads to a future grave.
A grave I must dig and be buried by my dead.
Children of bone that I have raised and fed,
With the passing of time and with the angels embrace.
I enter the grave and wait in my tomb,
My love comes and plays me her lullaby tune.
She watches with sadness at the loss of a son,
And grabs my frail dying arms to take me where I belong.
I feel the light...
I am at peace,
And leaves my body in the earth to sleep.
Snow now falls,
The leaves now tremble,
I leave a world left in ruble,
Ruined by our own devils
