Let Me Hear the Lullaby

Let me hear that sweet, sweet song. I'll fetch my lute and play along. Let us play for the dead, to all those whose blood was shed. Let us play a mournful tune, Deaths inconvenient, its inopportune. And let us play one for the living--neither kind, nor forgiving. One of dread. One of fear, it shall bring a single tear. For this song shall ever be the wailing of a banshee. So sail away and say goodbye for it is Death's sweet lullaby.