On a journy ill
My mind floats astray
Over withered fields
I cross the river
This shortness of breath
Between birth and grave
Fading in the distance
I am nothing
Watch the skeleton dance
Dancing on my grave
My frozen hour of death
Here I am alone
Casting my own shadows
Travesing the mundane
Desperate cry
Boundless darkness
A voiceless fear
Unheard, unseen
It is coming near
Watch the skeleton dance
Dancing on my grave
My frozen hour of death
Here I am — alone…
Had I not known
That I was dead
I would have mourned
My loss of life
Loss of life…
Between birth and grave
Here I am alone