• Bury your Dead
    And let them sleep.
    Pass on the mourners
    And let them weep,
    For their time has come
    To forsake this Life,
    To pass on their pains
    And unending strife.

    Bury your Dead,
    Let them not be forgotten
    Even when their corpse
    Is rank and rotten
    Though their physical self
    May not be there,
    Let their spirit
    Fill the air.

    Bury your Dead
    For the time has now come
    To prepare your soul
    For a world gone numb,
    For a Life full of hatred
    And a universe of darkness;
    For hearts full of sins;
    For Death and its starkness.

    Bury your Dead
    For your time now draws near,
    But there’s no need to fret
    And no need to fear,
    For this time comes
    I everyone’s Life
    When they, too,
    Must pass on their strife.

    Bury your Dead
    And tell everyone goodbye,
    For your day has now come
    To lay where they lie.
    Have you told those you love
    The extent of how you care?
    Have you let your beloved one know
    That you’ll always be there?

    Have you said all you needed to say?
    Are you really ready to die?
    Now that you’re lying here,
    Can you really say goodbye?
    There are no other opportunities.
    Death is the final straw.
    There are no second chances;
    This is Death’s highest law.

    So before you become the Dead
    That others must put away,
    Make peace with your Life
    And say what you have to say.
    For your time has come
    To forsake this Life,
    To ease your pains
    And end your strife.