To those in sainted sleep,
Come away;
To darkness and the break of day.
To those who labor for the meek
Let them be our Earthly fleet.
To those who feign depth
Come away;
Where posies are not picked but played
To those who knew the tune and wept;
The secret tongue of secrets kept.
To those who have married,
Come away;
Leave heaven and hell to pray
For those who chose only to bleed
And not to honor ancient deeds.
To those who address others
Come away;
Carve your words and feel no pain
Ever inflict it upon your brothers
Leave this land of deafened strangers.
To those with the best intentions
Come away;
Our destination has no place
For anything, for your affections,
Leave behind this great invention.
For those whose will be done
Come away;
And you will never be obeyed,
Give anything you've ever won
Rise in morning's humbling sun.
To those who carry on
And stay;
To guard the countless empty graves
To sing their countless empty songs
To those whose empty will be done.