Текст песни Moab - Fyrce Muons

You will go home
You hear the harps and mandolins
Your precious bones to rest among the dandelions
You will see friends there with cloaks of white and time to spare
You will go home
At least that's what I want for you

You're going home
Your mortal life is over now under a stone
An address in a parking lot you rest in box now
With cloak of white and time to spare
Your life is gone
There is no one to comfort you