Death seen through the eyes of the dying and a summons from the great

beyond to join the masses of lapsed lives. Mystery and, sometimes, fantasy.

Theory and legend. The plight of dying or the fight to freedom? A supernatural

transition to a world that is known only in dreams and in death.

Welcome..."



Catch a shooting star, burn it to a crisp

Born into death, will you take the risk

See buckets and buckets, yeah buckets of sin

You'll never end and can never begin



Welcome to your death

Welcome to your death

Welcome to your death



No forest of pleasure or fields of pain

High-rise at night see the pavement of stain

A beckoning hand from those who were slain

Now you can sleep again



Welcome to your death

Welcome to your death

Welcome to your death



I take the night and I stretch it wide

And I see all, you hide, I died

So slip right in, sip the wine

The caution flashes but the water's fine



Welcome to your death

Welcome to your death

Welcome to your death