He's gone, he is dead His remains upon the hearse ahead As silently we though the mist He's free
This is the end Your journey's over, descends Below... Into the abyss Farewell, friend, you will be missed
Lower 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 the worse
He's done, he is dead Six feet of earth upon 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 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 world has taken a turn for the worse
That morning light I'll always remember And these August nights: cold as December.