Seek me in this peaceful place
Where the grass grows and covers my face
In a coffin of finest ebony

With ornament and name in ivery

The oaks shallows my epitaph

Leaves covers the narrow path
To where I reign my own
Not like a God on a throne


I'm waiting to be buried deep
With sweet pleasure I will sleep

When the angels gathering the sheep
The dreamweaver I will meet


Who said that life is delight
I'm so enchanted of this eternal night
Philosophy of the resting so wise

I wish a lot to never arise

I'm waiting to be buried deep

With sweet pleasure I will sleep
When the angels gathering the sheep
The dreamweaver I will meet


In the sleeping garden of tranquillity
I've searched and found

My private utopia
In the sleeping garden of tranquillity
I've searched and found

My private utopia