Come to me....(appropiate in these days)

Come to me...sweet and eternal dream of death...
Make this cold night be the last one.
My eyes shall not see the languid morning sun anymore.
My skin shall not feel the sweet winds from the west.
My lips shall not taste the water of hope and life.
Oh Sweet dream of death.
Take me with you.
Take me away from this material realm.
Take with you the suffering and the weeping.
The pain and the moan.
Let me dissappear and I shall not see the light from this land, but the shine of the supreme light.