O happy ghosts adancing by my head
and spectered merrymakers all around,
almost I forget I'm dead
with smiling faces all around.
The skeletons play music well
as you all drag me down to hell.
Will no one pray for my poor soul?
Will not a dirge be sung for me?
This dreadful chain, I feel its pull
adragging me far out to sea.
In darkest depths I must reside
in shadow evermore reside.
Then dance with me, my pretty friends,
my airy fiends and enemies.
See how it's done, the damned descends
in supplication on his knees.
O savoir, be my help e'en now
who has no help but thou.
Final Prayer
Tale Told 