Mistwalker - Pagan Past

Nothing prepares us for life beyond the grave
When our souls are sealed into a blackened box
Descend into the soil
Amidst a sea of black and veils of sorrow
Praying for an ascension into the realm of clouds
An escape from an eternity of cremation
But what really happens when we cease to be?
Are we judged by the grand designer?
Or do we merely return to our earthly past?

I can't be forgiven
I'm a damned soul

Sister, do not pray for me
I'm past the point of saving
Brother, do not anoint me
I know well the things I've done

Written by:
Greg Sweetapple

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