I dream this dream, every night it haunts me
All black, black steam floats in the air
Motion less people within a circle
Everyone stands with their heads down
Something's in the middle
Something I can't see...WAIT
I see a person with their hands up, but still as motion less as everyone else
It's a pastor
And suddenly it hits me...it's a funeral
The black steam...the motion less people in a circle
The pastor praying over the dead body
I try to move thru the crowd, but my body moves like thing air
As I move closer to the front, the faces that were once expressionless, begun to crack, and as they fell, they turn to dust and disappeared
I'm left standing on the other side of the casket and on the other side
The pastor still stood
Just as he lefts his head up, I glimpse at the body lying cold in the casket
.....it's me
I never finish the dream, I don't want too
I keep hearing these voices crying, crying out the same thing
over and over again
Death be upon thy soul, Death be upon thy soul