Walk my dismal path    Pursue my much walked ways    Two Hells I've found,    Two deaths I'll die    Mere fools choose to stay       Shut out the sky    In this darkened room    As I prepare myself for slumber    Where the weary are at rest       Scraps of acrid marrow    Dried and whitened spine    Wasting of the limbs    Abbreviated death       Walk my dismal path    Pursue my much walked ways    Two Hells I've found,    Two deaths I'll die    Mere fools choose to stay       Such a bitter satire    I'm content to rest alone    Leave me here and I will lie    Composed and undisturbed       Oh where can I find sorrow    To relieve me of my grief    I've shut my eyes to God above    And walked my dismal way       I've drunk the dregs of a wooden cup    I've trampled on His blood    I've smeared Him in my arrogance    I grieve I can't turn back       Walk my dismal path    Pursue my much walked ways    Two Hells I've found,    Two deaths I'll die    Mere fools here remain