[00:23.52]Along comes my hearse,[00:23.94]Marked with contempt,[00:28.98]Silently about[00:29.73]Its rotting descent.[00:33.15]Fickle the flame,[00:33.48]As chill it brings;[00:33.84]Tired and weary[00:38.52]As the raven sings.[00:38.91]My time has come[00:39.24]And bitter is the taste.[01:19.53]My time, it seems,[01:32.46]Is met with haste.[03:05.01]So carry me softly[03:05.79]With your gentle sway,[03:06.24]Back to the womb,[03:06.54]In the earth I lay.[03:12.15]Grieve me not,[03:12.42]I have no remorse for I have arrived.