Upon the midnight dreay,
I look upon you so weary,
Weary of fighting,
Weary of dying,
Look at me to see me fight,
Then when I will fade into the night,
Rights,
What rights does a dead man receive,
If you don't know I will tell you,
The dead receive nothing only the free,
So here I lay,
To this day,
Saying "I would rather fighting this endless battle than dying a foolish death",
That is my plea,
Just to be free,