Come ye Death,
Come soon and take me;
To somewhere far away.

Come fast ye Death,
Come soon to end
This affliction and ache
Amicably, come now.

The wicked arrows of life
Have stung the past and present;
But come ye Death;
Come and withhold the sting
Of the future.

Come and slay, quickly,
The swords of dolor,
With one master stroke
From Thy great sword.

Ti's heavy this burden,
This weight of existence;
Oh come ye Death,
The wait has been long.

The nights that remain,
Days that never come,
And yet this hope that lives;
Come ye Death;
Come, bring eternal darkness
And forever let it be.

Oh how I pray,
For Death to come,
To end this plight,
And to take flight
To the skies and beyond.

I open my hands
To the Heavens above,
And pray once more:
Oh come, ye Death,
Come this day.

Be swift, oh Death,
Come right away,
Come and drive
The last nail.