What makes for death whilst I live?
Man's full companion works whilst fast asleep
Wailing! wild wailing, one's put to a final sleep
What makes for death if life ceased to live?

The sun shines dark in the pit of hell
The moon looks pale from the tears it shed
The river flows aback for death it smells
Who is this death so skilled to make dead?

What does my soul seek thee to take?
Can there anything be, from thee to take?...