There is no heaven,
No hell, no life,
For death is end of those,
In this at least we end the strife.

Like a crow's black wing,
That over life does sweep,
Like cold stones crashing down,
That makes the mortals weep.

Alone yes but isn't it anyway,
In a world so corrupt and empty,
A fool will watch the world go by,
I am gone and you have sent me.

Footsteps like fresh fallen snow,
Lays down along a rested coffin,
And mourning lookers on will see,
Like angel's tears the death will soften.

At least now the world won't die,
And if it does i'll watch it so,
For I am gone and can't go back,
I flew so high and walked so low.

Dreams may come and dreams may go,
But here I lay with no return,
For no saint's wings were there to guide me,
Death like death i have learnt.