Those flowers Put into The empty orbits of skulls With inscription- the last farewell This is for you All that is yours: Memory Tears Despair The presence of sadness There is yet no time No this time, no their time Not it's only yours Open your eyes and rise Time for you Time, time is yours Time Time is for you Those trumpets And the leather shoulder - strap of grave - diggers Carrying you like on the throne Memory - Tears Despair The presence of sadness Time for you Time, time is yours Time The staring eyes of hungry rats Slinks behind the black pageant This is for you that crazy pomp With the speech over the open grave With the drops of the holy water And the spilling sand
