Celtic Frost

Sleep brings no joy to me
Remembrance never dies
My soul is given to misery
And live in sighs...
The shadow of the dead,
My waken eyes may never see,
Surround my bed
That from which they sprung - eternity
Beneath the turf
The silent dead
Sleep brings no wish to knit
My harassed heart beneath
My only wish is to forget
In the sleep of death
Death is my joy
I long to be at rest
I wish the damp earth covered
This desolate breast
Beneath the mould
The silent dead