They shed their precious tears wept the loss of life the absence of bright days unable to see the beauty of d**h so elegantly decayed In long ranks they marched surely towards peril and doom and the orchestra played a desolate song as they willingly went to their tomb A miserable pack of wrecked souls
all danced to the ghastly graveyard bell a funeral theatre a heavenly play but the stage is set in hell It is for creatures of divine origin a story allready told but still this horrid painful drama is hideous to behold Disease, disease, disease and pain by dementia and fever made sick.