Funeral

Mourners have gathered

For their last farewell

Amidst the grey stones

In the garden of the dead

The rain is falling still

The church bell tolls its knell

All cloaked in black with tears in eyes

The mourning ones have met

A man in black and violet

Latin scriptures, earth to earth

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust

And heavenly rebirth

Flowers grace the coffin black

Where the cold dead body lies

That slowly now is lowered

Into the cold earth

Funeral...

Now all is silent

And you are all alone

The rain is falling still

But no one mourns here anymore

A cross is placed above your head

The coffin is now your home

There is nothing left to do but

Pray that god will open his door

(Solo: Into the darkness of the grave)

Now you realize that all

The mourners met for was...

Your funeral...

Your own funeral...