Come sweet death and take hold of my hand
And lead me now into the promised land
Place coins of bronze upon me eyes
And Kiss my lips one last goodbye
I will not weep, nor will I cry
We are all mortal, we all must die
And this day to perish, the day I pick
To conquer Hades and brave the river Styx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem