Death

Before the last nail hammered in the coffin Another goodbye kiss will fall on icy cheek Shed tears moisten the dry air in the chapel The smoke of thunderstorms Mixes with the sobbing moaning of words Say goodbye Decoposition process Wooden cage rotting Realise and symbiosis With the ground It awakens hope for rebirth In this suffering The omnipresent mother of living things The mistress of all misfortune Say goodbye Say goodbye Man die, the child is born And everything goes on this way again Man die, the child is born And everything goes on this way again Man die, the child is born And everything goes on this way again And everything goes on this way again And everything goes on this way again And everything goes on this way again Time, son of mother of death Is a process of deacey Persuades, counts down The time has come It's time... It's time to death It's time... It's time It's time to death