He's gone, he is dead His remains upon the hearse ahead As silently wander though the mist He's free
This the end Your journey's over, night descends Below... Into the abyss Farewell, my friend, you will missed
Lower the flags A good man has passed He has the last of frontiers Lower the flags Down to half-mast For the world has taken a turn for the worse
He's done, he is dead Six feet of earth upon his head Now lay wreaths Upon the one who lies beneath
you're gone In memories you shall live on Asleep... In peace now rest The of the world is off your chest
Lower the flags A good man has passed has reached the last of frontiers Lower the 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.