I’ll be damned if I remain
In this low-down, wavering state
Under the phases of the moon

Farewell, to this spell of mourning
For these victimized bones that spoil
Far after their demise

There can be, no more of this night
For I yearn to dig
From the wood and the satin
That has bound me in sorrow

I will praise the great day
When the surface erupts
When the sunlight may spill
Into this cavern of death