If I should die before I wake be still
Find those you love seeking solace in them
Always know that I did not go gentle
Instead I fought the cold and lost to him
I imagine it was a sight to see
Two soldiers clad in black fighting for death
But in the end the long sleep came for me
And without a word he claimed my last breath
Yet I feel no sorrow or biting cold
Warmth surrounds me and a new life awaits
Where the streets are paved from glittering gold
And manna lies just beyond silver gates
Each tale that is told is as wrong as right
I realized such upon greeting the night.
