We'd like to imagine the destination we'll arrive at
Once we shed the cloak of flesh that we once wore
We all will die, none are held from the process
The Angel of Death is a democrat, he is egalitarian
Acting to harvest, to take the rich and poor as well
While the island of the dead is silent, it is not empty
For the dead spirits linger, waiting to be awakened
They walk without a sound, in a new bizarre reality
Existence there quiet, silence being the state of death
Life might end, the soul goes on, even if forsaken
Once we shed the cloak of flesh that we once wore
We all will die, none are held from the process
The Angel of Death is a democrat, he is egalitarian
Acting to harvest, to take the rich and poor as well
While the island of the dead is silent, it is not empty
For the dead spirits linger, waiting to be awakened
They walk without a sound, in a new bizarre reality
Existence there quiet, silence being the state of death
Life might end, the soul goes on, even if forsaken
