Why you lament the dead
when he shall snug in the earth's arm
all the suffering will end,
as he relish tranquility in the angel's farm.
If the world is destined to perish
so shall you my dear
all the belongings today you cherish,
Shall fade along the shedded tear.
You shall deny my face,
I shall not even look in your eyes
When the judgement day shall race,
You and I shall sentence for our lies.
My figure shall dwell in your memory,
and I shall left you in the misery.