He's he is dead His remains upon the hearse ahead As silently we wander though the mist 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 man has passed He has reached the last of frontiers Lower the flags Down half-mast For the world has taken a turn for the worse
He's done, he is dead Six 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 In peace now rest The weight of the world is 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 the world has taken a turn for the worse
morning light I'll always remember And these August nights: cold as December.