They shed their precious tears Wept the loss of life The absence of bright days Unable to see the beauty of death So elegantly decayed In long ranks they marched Surely towards peril and doom And the orchestra played a desolate song As they willingly went to their tomb A miserable pack of wrecked souls All danced to the ghastly graveyard bell A funeral theatre a heavenly play But the stage is set in hell It is for creatures of divine origin A story allready told But still this horrid painful drama Is hideous to behold Disease, disease, disease and pain By dementia and fever made sick
