When Cries the Whippoorwill by The Plague Physicians Lyrics

Creeping spirit at the foot of your bed
Causing decay like so many lepers in your head

Pieces roughly moved by fate’s cruel hand
Like weather turning seashells into sand

Dying lights fading, winking into the void
Winged ambassadors of mortality deployed

And in the end we turn to dust and bones the same
When cries the whippoorwill visits sorrow on your name