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