For I have been long since dead...
My corpse is a-cold, for the chilling mould
Is about me on every side.
I lie like a stone, with my Terror, alone,
For here in the grave I died...
Yea, I screamed full loud in my ghastly shroud
When I woke in the noisome gloom,
And the sweat of my agony froze like ice
As I fought with my fearful doom...
But now—I am dead, though my lips still laugh