I swear to you my body and soul

I swear to you this gift will have its toll

For every memory and every tear

For all the blood spilled this year

Will take from you what you love most

Will take this world and leave this ghost

And every minute you have spent

And every time you came and went

Will see you loathing my decay

Will see you wishing you could stay

When you think it may have passed

When you think your free at last

The life you stole will claim its gift

The life you have will end its shift

The weeping willow shall smile at thee

The weeping mother shall fall in flee

Mother and child you took for the prize

Mother and child saw through your lies

Running away and running thin

Running away no air within

Shovel and shovel the thoughts away

Shovel and shovel their bodies away

Rest your head and all is done

Rest your head…now for the son!