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 done, 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...



That mourning light I'll always remember

And these August nights: cold as December