Winds shall blow
Trees will bend
The Moon rises
Life does end
When it's over
My grave can scream
Revel in my tales
Living out the dream
All of the misgivings
My image does last
Of a life not squandered
But a sordid past
There's no pain
My only friend
Do not mourn
I want it to end
When it's over
My grave can scream
Revel in my tales
Living out the dream
All of my misgivings
My image does last
Of a life not squandered
But a sordid past