They shed their precious tears  wept the loss of life  the absence of bright days  unable to see the beauty of death  so elegantly decayed  In long ranks they marched  surely towards peril and doom  and the orchestra played a desolate song  as they willingly went to their tomb  A miserable pack of wrecked souls  all danced to the ghastly graveyard bell  a funeral theatre a heavenly play  but the stage is set in hell  It is for creatures of divine origin  a story allready told  but still this horrid painful drama  is hideous to behold  Disease, disease, disease and pain  by dementia and fever made sick.