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Thy sleep perpetual bursts the vivid bolds

By which the soul attracting body holds

Common to all, of every sex and age

For nought escapes thy all-destructive rage

On thee the portion

Of time depends

Whose absence lengthens life

Whose presence ends

To Thanatos

The drowsy king with his gentle touch

Dreadful divinity, conqueror of gods

Knowing no greed, knowing no vain

Bearing the greatest gift for good men

A heart of iron

Disgust at mankind

Brazen feelings

Devour the light

Sweet relief may follow you

Follow your blade of ease

Don't feed me to the spirits of

Slaughter and disease

Eternal thy lair, where the sun never shines

Indign are the prayers, unworthy the shrines

You, be the better part of human life

You winged son of mother Night