There lies a body: cold, bloated and empty
 Like all the other: victims together
 The happiness in silence: good without pretence
 And the last day: with a smile on the face 

 There lies a body: pretty soak in ebony
 Like all the worms: in their corridors
 Liquid flesh endowed: to impure the ground
 And the fallen souls: make the flowers grow 

 We float, drift and pass away
 For ever and a day 

 The debris of time falls into oblivion
 As heavens open its gates of lies
 Gone is the light of the sun
 And nigh is the final harvest of life