The mighty sound of bells announces my death
Everything is in black, everywhere there are flowers
There has been a turning point in my life
I ask myself, why I am pale.
The priest is holding a book of lies in his hand
He is reading words of lies from it
About the heavenly kingdom that everyone longs for
About which he is also I'm dreaming.
There was silence, but a quiet cry
My mind wanders in thoughts
I would like to see just for a short moment
Who he mourns when I leave.
The priest raises his hand and gives a sign
cover my grave with black clay
Supposedly, now I only have salvation
Already now I know who will have the last laugh.
The stone cross is heavy over my head. it slipped out of my eye
I'm subconsciously trying to go back in time
But the lump of earth pulled me from my thoughts
And the overwhelming feeling is here again.
Well, in a while I already have a smile on my face
On the grave all the flowers have already withered
I would like to see how the book closes
When it is found out , that I am not holy.

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