Besedila: Sentenced. End Of The Road.

Here we are, now layed burden down
We're coming to the end of our road
Sorrowful yet glorious somehow
To be humming this one last thought
so calm and still
It wasn't all that bad or was it?
Now fulfilled it doesn't only hurt to end it now

... The funeral ...

The memories beneath the dust of years
They seem like those of someone deceased
There's no more to be done or hoped or feared
Just waiting for the final release
so calm and thrilled
It wasn't all that bad or was it?
Now still it doesn't only hurt end it now

Is life over? This life's over! Or has it only just begun?
The close corner starts to moulder
Coming apart yet still not done forever on