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