The cold wrestles me from sleep
I know it must be winter, for I dream
Images of the form that left me
In shadows left to die
How long have I slumbered?
I know I must be old, for, all unseen
My tomb is covered in the dust of ages
No light can find its comfort here
I feel the life draining from me
I know I must be dying, for all my soul
Death's hand draws near to me
I know I must be dying, in this earth-bound grave
I shall come for you, arch-deceiver
The dominion of Christ will fall