Final shelter

You lie alone in your damp home
                waitimg for the warms,
Mother Death took away your breath
                and ordered to the gnomes,
To keep an eye upon your lying,
                guarding your sweet dream,
And coffin hugs you from all sides
                keeping your warm steam.
And you lie here without fear
                under marble stone,
'cause now you are, my dear lad,
                at your final home.
Darkness is the light and eternal night
                colours your existence
And the ice-cold grave keeps complete and safe
                all your dead consistence.
Snow warm blanket - can you feel it? -
                In winter covers you,
And spring flowers, summer showers -
                all that is just for you.
Death swings your cradle, burns a candle,
                singing songs for you.
She did all stuff and epitaph:
                " Dear, we love you".
Since we were born we has been going
                straight to final cradle,
And wherever we'd be, we always bleed
                but so slow and idle.