Mourners have gathered
For their last farewell
Amidst the grey stones
In the garden of the dead
The rain is falling still
The church bell tolls its knell
All cloaked in black with tears in eyes
The mourning ones have met

A man in black and violet
Latin scriptures, earth to earth
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
And heavenly rebirth
Flowers grace the coffin black
Where the cold dead body lies
That slowly now is lowered
Into the cold earth

Funeral

Now all is silent
And you are all alone
The rain is falling still
But no one mourns here anymore
A cross is placed above your head
The coffin is now your home
There is nothing left to do but
Pray that God will open his door

Into the darkness of the grave

Now you realize that all
The mourners met for was

Your funeral
Your own funeral