Vital signs are gone
It does not matter anymore
Eyes close to a sick world
Start the ritual

A useless prayer to comfort you
Close the lid of the funeral transport
Take me to the garden of lit candles
Walk, walk

Tears and lamentations
False memories
Of a prosperous life
Matter is dead
Continue the ritual

Another useless prayer
Before the lime shovel
Until
The seventh day

Tears and lamentations
Matter is dead

Tears and lamentations
Death of dreams

Tears and lamentation
End the ritual

Tears and lamentation
Until the seventh day