Not the air of the living,
Take in big gulps of putrid air,
Every inhale bearing brimstone and dust.
I’ll lead you,
Your shriveled heart shouldn’t fear.
I’ll hold you,
I’ll lead you through your tomb,
I’ll guide you through the gates
And towards my abode.
I’ll give your rest,
You’ve suffered enough with your noose.
Your broken limbs,
I’ll repair in death.
Your unfulfilled dreams,
I’ll make come through.
If you can just come with me
Don’t be scared,
I’ll guide you every step of the way.