A final rest clamps down on my eyelids
The shadow grows hovering over my soul
The hand of death weighs heavy on me
Not the death but a drifting from faith

The good I would do I do not, I do more of the evil
A million and one times have I fallen flat and folded
The sorrow runs a deep course through my veins
This sin seems deep seated in my reins, to its shame I'm helpless

God with this...