When I die
Spread My Ashes
On The First
Of Summer's Nights.

Let My Ashes Roam
The City When The Moon Shines.
That She May Bare Witness To My Life

Let Her Cough Out The Truth Of My Existence
Of How Perfectly Imperfect My Life Was
On This Cold, Cold World.

The Wolves,
The First Of The Children Of The Night
Will Sing A Requiem
The Timid Dare Not Sing

Let My Ashes Be Spread In Secret

That Only Those Who Truly knew Me
Will Look Back On My Life
And Know I've Gone Where No Mortal Can Go

And Let The Winds ******* Across
The Beautiful Night,
Until I Rest With Ease On The City Skyline.

The Only Heaven I Will Ever Know