What a rumbling! - Gruesome rolling

What a rumbling! - Gruesome rolling

Of rocks and soil and moulding bones!

I cannot laugh and cannot cry,

I wonder, though, how this will end!

Sounds fade away. - They are trotting home

And leave me lying here seven feet deep:

Now, fantasy, let your eagles fly

For they will never get me out of here!

What an amazing time this is!

In the dark grave nothing stirs or moves

Whilst the spirit, in a woodworm's guise, may make its way

Through the fir wood - is this eternity?

Mankind is a bunch of liars

and have lied their way to the grave

Meanly betrayed the stern mould with me -

Woe, may the lie avenge upon itself!

The liars walk away unpunished,

Alas, but I, the lie, must stay

So that death can fiercely rub against me,

Sipping my vigour drop by drop!