By heaven and hell, and all the fools between them, br I will not die, nor sleep, nor wink my eyes, br But think myself into a god; old Death br Shall dream he has slain me, and I'll creep behind him, br Thrust off the bony tyrant from his throne br And beat him into dust. Or I will burst br Damnation's iron egg, my tomb, and come br Half damned, ere they make lightning of my soul, br And creep into thy carcase as thou sleepest br Between two crimson fevers. I'll dethrone br The empty skeleton, and be thy death, br A death of grinding madness.