Song Of The Dead

I was burning Like cigarette whole Life
Not Blown By Even Storms Whole Life
All Smoke Flew By Just a Puff
That Bond Of Breath
That Ache Of The Sore Throat
That Anxiety Of The Chest
The Restlessness, The Illness Is Gone
Come On
Let’s Sleep
Come On
Life is Gone, World Is Gone
Let’s Sleep
Life Is Tired Let’s Sleep
Niether Day Nor Night
Darkness and More Darkness
It’s The Home of Souls
Let’s Sleep

I Was air , I Become Air
I Was Soil,I Become Soil
The Rest Hurted
I Was There,I am Not There
I Was , I am Not
Rest Is God
All Of This Was Because His Grace
Too Much Work Was Left To Do On Land
I Wrote It Therefore On The Moon
Let That Go, Which Is already Gone
Gone Is Gone
Don’t stay Here Without Any Reason
Let’s Go
Take Rest Take Grave
Back To Home
Come On Life Is Gone
Tired Of Life
Let’s Sleep