In the veil of the night 
I wandered about at the bole of a tree it did light 
I deemed it a stone at first glance, no doubt something in me was lured by its sight 
First feeble and dim but then it did shine in the shade and the colours of gold 
Thither I hurried, no longer 
I strolled 
Methought it was something divine 
Firmly I grasped and now i beheld 
No precious did someone bequeath, 
I tossed it from me and terribly yelled ...a skull with a golden teeth! 
First feeble and dim but then it did shine in the shade and the colours of gold 
That thing of aghast it rolled and it rolled till it stopped at one place of malign 
Led by a dream by light deceived 
Light-hearted 
I strolled through the night 
But what the horror of that ghastly thing? 
It is just a burial site... 
God may know why 
I frantically graved, where that death's head did cover the ground - but what did 
I see! Unsound and depraved, my remains and their burial mound 
But the horror of that ghastly thing did show me my burial site