When I met
My dark bell
My eyes so blind
A sign from the dead
Strange shape flow
Self let in
Great meditation
Only sense to live
Get ready to death
I don't want prayers
My existence
Doesn't belong to the priest
Funeral chant - for the dead
Funeral chant - for the dead
Become a spirit
Out of the impostures
Into the silence
I can pervade
Funeral chant - for the dead
Funeral chant - for the dead
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