• Walking through the graveyards;
    At day and night;
    We walk upon the tombs of the dead;
    They lay upon cool slabs of granite.

    If we say something bad to them;
    Their bodies are turning in their graves;
    But, the cant!
    For their bodies are embalmed and cold...
    For they may not turn in their graves!

    The graves have a significance;
    for they had a reason to die.
    They are buried there for a reason.

    Where will I be buried?
    What will it look like?
    How will I look?
    What will I be dressed in?

    If you open my coffin,
    You will see a cold, dead, body;
    In a cold place;
    In a beautiful blood red gown.
    With a black rose in my hands...
    Over my heart...