Truth be told, The silence broken,

Make haste thine rivers,

I have your token.

The boatman cometh, With scythe in hand; make thee hence, for this my stand!

What left is there, if not an ear so deaf,

Pray tell, what good is life...if it ends in Death.

Fare thee well, I've done my best,

I close mine eyes,

Sweet...oh how sweet...this final rest.