Sleep well my friend for I know it is our fate,
That we will meet again at Hasendell’s gate.
For one day all shall stand before the gates of glory.
When none can speak to tell of their life story.
But I shall speak for you so that all may know,
Of the deeds you did so very long ago.
So rest, my friend, knowing your acts have forged your fate.
And speak for me when I see you at the gate.