Birth of William the Bloody

DO YOU HEAR THE MISSION BELLS?
THAT TOLL SO LONELY IN THE RAIN
MOURNING MY DEATH MARCH INTO HELL
MY MOTHER WHISPERING TO ME "NOTHING WILL BE THE SAME"

DO YOU HEAR THE CRIES OF MY LOVE?
NO LONGER WILL SHE FEEL ME NEXT TO HER
NOR MY HEARTBEAT OR SOFT GENTLE TOUCH
AS MY LONGING STILL WITHIN ME STIRS

DO YOU SEE ME BEING LOWERED DOWN?
INTO THAT BLACK CRAMPED ABYSS
MY MIND SCREAMING, BUT NO SOUND
COMES FROM MY COLD SEALED LIPS

CAN YOU HEAR ME NEAR YOUR WINDOWSILL?
UNDER THE COVER OF AN ECLIPSED NIGHT
OH! YOU THOUGHT I WAS A WHIPPOORWILL?
NO, SMILING, I THINK: JUST A BLACK BIRD ALL THE WHILE