How can you sleep with a fire in your bed?
How can you rest when there’s more to be said?
How can you sleep with a sword in your head?
How will you lie when you’re dead?

Will you cover your head when the daybreak is nigh?
Will you still slumber on when the dawn burns the sky?
When the sun has arisen, in bed will you lie?
Will you be on your feet when you die?

When night-time is ended, what day will you find?
When dreams fade away, will you come to your mind?
When doomsday is trumped, will you be left behind?
Will you fumble about with the blind?

Will you choose to keep silent with things yet untold?
Will you parry the question when answers you hold?
Will you fall in a faint when it’s time to be bold?
Will you simply decide to grow old?

When the stealers of souls their appointments keep;
When the whirlwind the sowers of dragon’s teeth reap;
When the sons of our fathers sink down to the deep
Will you lie abed counting the sheep?

How can you slumber with what lies ahead?
How can you rest when the skyline is red?
Why don’t you sleep with a sword in your bed?
Where will you lie when you’re dead?