He committed to his journal Things so bleak but true That we commit now to the fire O the Lord has taken you Angels claim thee, Christoph And bear thee from this earth May it suffer from thy absence As suffered from thy birth How we rue the day You took him We rend our clothes and cry We gnash our rotten teeth, O Lord And hurl curses to the sky Angels claim thee, Christoph And take thy soul on high May you fill Saint Peter's tome with haunted Visions from thy mind We lay thy body gently Under weeping cypress tree And as insects took dominion, Lord We sang our psalm of thee Angels claim thee, Christoph Set thee in the hand of God May the ashes of your journal Like your body, reek and rot Angels claim thee, Christoph And bear thee from this earth May it suffer from thy absence As it suffered from thy birth