Put it all aside
Step to the edge
Take a look for whats to come
Never turn and question
Whats done is done Your time will come
And mine will too
Across the black cloud
Through the mist of mystery
There will be another day Been here a thousand times
Mourning the unknown
Revering what we have made
What good is a name on a stone A lifetime of preparation
A d**htime of contemplation
One day will come for our own
Dress rehearsal for a funeral If only the dead could speak
If only we could enter their world
Wasted time and forgotten years
Would become so relevant Mentally preparing
Physically practicing
The una**uming are caught in the whirlwind
We know what to do
Its just another day Been here a thousand times
Mourning the unknown
Revering what we have made
What good is a name on a stone A lifetime of preparation
A d**htime of contemplation
One day will come for our own
Dress rehearsal for a funeral