Dear son, this is the end…
Death is waiting, beyond that bend…
And I know, that I must go…
He'll come for me, if I am to slow…
Please son, I need to say…
Remember these words, on this very day…
I am, so proud of you
Stay brave and strong, bold and true…
This is…
Goodbye…
Tell your mother I love her…
This is…
The End…
My Son, My greatest friend…
Now you receive this burden from me…
Become A man at the age of thirteen…
Ignore my face, my ashen eyes…
All these happen, when a person dies…
Just remember, to be strong…
And please stay with me, until I'm gone…
'Cause Peter calls, from the gate…
I must go soon, I can't be late…
Bright White Darkness, is all I see…
It takes my vision away from me…
The coolness of your breath, the drop of a tear…
The smell of sickness, the smell of fear…
The Taste of Death, on my teeth…
I hear you crying, holding the sheet…
I must go now, heaven waits
I ride by chariot, to the pearl gates
And please don't, begin to weep,
As I enter, an eternal sleep
