Lirieke:
Funeral For A Friend In A Manner Of Sleep

distant waiting walls Tones strike out And fall back down They ring out A distant clear sound A distant clear sound A distant clear sound A distant clear sound A

distant waiting walls Tones strike out And fall back down They ring out A distant clear sound A distant clear sound A distant clear sound A distant clear sound A

left to cry Now he nothing but a memory, he used to be a friend to me said he never die but now he's 6 feet deep, with a tombstone oh my god my brothers