My immortal heart is beating,
Merrily playing its tune,
Sounding out a Glass-like rhythm,
From high above the moon.

But down below my mothers tears are falling,
Spilling on my chest,
For my mortal heart has ceased its melody,
Before I gave that earthly life my best.

My immortal heart is beating,
Merrily playing its tune,
But my funeral is busy,
Playing The March too soon.

I’m not afraid of hell,
It can’t be worse than here,
Where I live under the spell,
A spell of anger and fear,
Lonely feelings since I fell,
Where I shed a bitter tear.

So sit there and mourn me,
Imagine my forgiveness,
I’m in hell on the other side,
My time in hell goes on.

I found a haven,
Made for honest heathens,
Whose desperate search for answers,
Are understood as riddles and dancers,
That once the clock of life has stopped is ticking,
Graceful through the gates I go not screaming and kicking,
I know the haven is heaven,
The number on the door is my lucky number seven.

Forgive my sins when I die,
Let me rest in peace,
I only lived with my heart,
Found safety in all I did,
Forgive my sins when I die,
Let me sleep in calm,
I always lived with my soul,
Found safety from all my harm.

They say when you die you live on,
But the feeling of emptiness and sadness,
Has been powerful since you’ve been gone,
But somewhere in the depth of my heart,
I will keep you living an eternal life,
Knowing that until my hereafter; we’ll never part.

Shut my eyes,
Prepare for the long sleep,
An endless stream of silence,
A land where I can see with focus,
My vision open wide,
I step outside my body,
And understand what happens inside.

Although all that remains is dust,
I feel your spirit rise above,
Though time has past and your plaque now rusts,
I feel your spirit rise above,
Now the funeral smoke has cleared,
I feel your spirit rising high,
Time now diminishes all I feared,
I feel your spirit rising high.