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Sleep, my child

Lay your head down

Sleep my child

Now is the time to rest

Let the cares of this night subside

Feed the urge to die

The open tomb calls thy name

Bring the air of death into this place

Follow thee, thy wearied frame

The cemetery is thy resting place

Cold earth holds my corpse

Bitter ground of my remorse

The touch of silence still

Bears me away now

Death, my child

Lay your head down

Rest, my child

Leave thy pain in the ground

Let the cares of this life subside

Enter peace tonight

The open tomb calls thy name

Bring the air of death into this place

Follow thee, thy wearied frame

The cemetery is thy resting place

Be my spirit lifted forth

In this terrestrial divorce

Lay no wreath upon my tomb

Do not mourn my flesh entombed

Night calls me to my tomb

My flesh shall be doomed

Night calls me to my tomb

My flesh shall be doomed.