Из альбома: The Funeral Album
He's gone, he is dead
His remains upon the hearse ahead
As silently we wander through the mist
He's free
This is the end
Your journey's over, night descends
Below Into the abyss
Farewell, my friend, you will be missed
Lower the flags
A good man has passed
He has reached the last of frontiers
Lower the flags
Down to half-mast
For again the world has taken a turn for the worse
He's gone, he is dead
Six feet of earth upon his head
Now lay your wreaths
Upon the one who lies beneath
Although you're gone
In memories you shall live on
Asleep In peace now rest
The weight of the world is off your chest
Lower the flags
A good man has passed
He has reached the last of frontiers
Lower the flags
Down to half-mast
For again the world has taken a turn for the worse
That mourning light I'll always remember
And these August nights; cold as December
Lower the flags
A good man has passed
He has reached the last of frontiers
Lower the flags
Down to half-mast
For again the world has taken a turn for the worse