The nightbird calls and shadows creep

Into my mind, into my sleep

I do not know if I shall rise

Or open up these weary eyes

The withered trees, how they creak and moan

Beneath the moon, how the demons groan

They come to me and pull me down

Down into the swamp without a sound

I sink again, just like a stone

My body's cold and I'm all alone

I do not think that I shall rise

Or open up these weary eyes



I sink once more, just like a stone

The darkness chills me to the bone

Thе water's deep, I shall not rise

No more to lift thеse weary eyes

No more to lift these weary eyes