Follow the deep river of time
Back thru' the dark canyons of the mind
Back to the place where a mothers' touch warms comforts and resists
against the approach of the messengers of Death.
Death,the release promised and longed- for by all who suffer in this void
Separated from our first love
Death,the gift given to us at birth
Death, the journey beyond the stars,
through the grave.
Shed of that cruel and evil shroud
That shroud now will decay,putrify,and embrace no more