There lies a body: cold, bloated and empty
like all the other: victims together
the happiness in silence: good without pretence
and the last day: with a smile on the face
There lies a body: pretty soak in ebony
like all the worms: in their corridors
liquid flesh endowed: to impure the ground
and the fallen souls: make the flowers grow
[chorus:]
we float, drift and pass away
for ever and a day
The debris of time falls into oblivion
as heavens open its gates of lies
gone is the light of the sun
and nigh is the final harvest of life