Fleck

No one shall know me for I am of the dust. I who was made from the clay, I bring forth the wormwood, the grave.

Bestow upon me Death shall be curse the ground "oh" thy depth what can I do not one say. When shall the hour the time it be "oh" Death came you all shall see. Angel of Death you bring no love. Your curse is given rewards of none. How can I see you will not? "Oh" how I hate Death, how can I forgive you, how will I live?

Now you know I will sleep, thy lord shall touch my feel. He will call me by my name. All will be said Lord, I love you, I hear your name.