The Faith Not Standing

I never gave a thought to how I'd die Nor live a life of gladness, love and peace As sol'tude spreads uþon my slumbers, I Am forc'd to consider a Time's decrease. Some say the days are short and long, the nights That breath in lasting, must be spent as well Some say there lives a home for wrongs and rights For rights, it's Heaven; wrongs reside in Hell. I look onto my death as ev'ning-fall Whenever Time dissolves and Fate retires While wishing loss befall that potent call I look onto my death as hungry fires. Howe'er I die, I pray I'd live content Or leave atleast, not minding where I'm sent.