Desvaneça-me

Understand I wish not to die
Only cease this existence of mine
For this world is too much to bear
And God knows I can no longer care

Had I been given the chance to foresee
That in life I would never be free
I would've chosen my soul to sell
Just to free it from this earthly hell

Though this calling I long to revoke
I know better than His wrath to provoke
For too high is the price to pay
No matter how hard I pray it away

Now I lay me down to sleep
Through cuts and tears is where I creep
Soon this cold fane shall fall behind
No longer this poor soul it will confine.