For wasted dreams of long-lost sheep
Thus, every waking ends in sleep
And passes on to morning
I pray what gods and daemons be
To guard my soul inside of me
Lest I, unknowing, set it free
To follow dreams enslaving
For if I sleep, and sleeping, die
Who'll tend my soul away from I
Will dreams devour while shadows cry
If I heed not their warning?
So lay me down and bid me wake
And should I die, I pray forsake
All claim that Hell on my soul stakes
And count me worth the saving.
NsB "Lay me down"