Chiming bells fill my ears
but silence fills the street
As chiming is the custom when
fragile souls are reaped
All these years I've heard it
Yet sadness it still brings
For Sorrow's friend am I
as long as bells do ring
Loss of life shown by flowing sand
Has been disallowed to reach me
For I can not take Death's own hand
Nor will I in all futures seen
He has refused me once
And He will refuse again
For as long as I'm alive
He's the master of the sands
For too long I've been awake
Far too long I've had no rest
The guilt I'll never shake
For leaving all the rest
For I had welcomed Death as friend
My hand at once was scorned
My Life continues with no end
No death of mine be mourned
