The banshee screams
Amongst the cypress trees
Calling on the end of dreams
The roots that clutch the hollow earth
Now bursting at the seams
The vulture's wings
Blot out the sun
But I flipped the torch long ago
Where my hands once clasped has turned to ash
And my bones have turned to stone
Life grows shorter every day
And I have shortened mine a thousand ways
Before I go I need you to know
Before I go I need you to know
When I go, lay my body where the flowers grow
When I go, lay my body where the flowers grow
When I go, lay my body where the flowers grow
Farewell my friends, this is the end
I Know you'll be fine without me
Please don't lie to me
Don't cry, this existence is only temporary
So Long