The dreadful midnight fears 
Crawl out through my eyes, 
Drip like my bloody tears,
And vanish in the night...

The Reaper with his scythe
Comes near to reap my head;
The smell of my demise
Awakens all the dead.

My body falls apart
To every rat's delight;
A million hungry bugs
Will suck my vessel dry.

My head is rolling down,
Right to the viscous swamp;
And now it slowly drowns,
Then sinks so deep below...

My midnight fears are over;
I'll sleep now like the dead.
I feel so calm and sober
Without my useless head.