They shed their precious tears

wept the loss of life

the absence of bright days

unable to see the beauty of death

so elegantly decayed

In long ranks they marched

surely towards peril and doom

and the orchestra played a desolate song

as they willingly went to their tomb

A miserable pack of wrecked souls

all danced to the ghastly graveyard bell

a funeral theatre a heavenly play

but the stage is set in hell

It is for creatures of divine origin

a story allready told

but still this horrid painful drama

is hideous to behold

Disease, disease, disease and pain

by dementia and fever made sick.