Mourn not my death rather dine in the fruits of my life. A life well kept hidden in shadows, who lived its days here in hell. And as I let go of my soul my body laid to rest fear not old friend I may be perished, but in eternity a soul has no end.

Other men said they have seen angels,
But I have seen thee
And thou art enough.

I love thee, I love but thee
With a love that shall not die
Till the sun grows cold
And the stars grow old.