The Harrowed Angel of Halston's Lot

Fear not of death, nor that forever sleep
Fear not of rest, for those you love shall weep.
At the start of it all, and at the end
The harrowed Angel of Halston's lot,
Shall remain steadfast your friend.

Your grave she will mark,
Your stories she will tell,
From now until the end of time.
Lest of course, you go to hell.