I, who will die br And entombed under a stone br Amid of sands I'll lie br I'll be too conscious to groan. br Mortal me, mortal me! br . br I, who will be forgotten br After some weeks of my demise br While all pride in me is rotten br I'll be unaware, to be precise. br Mortal me, mortal me! br . br I, who will be devoured, br My stomach, lungs and retina br By some maggots underworld br I'll be the breakfast, lunch and dinner.