On a bed of woven wormwood and myrrh
Say the holy words from blessed mouth
Of distant gods and long forgotten ancient lore
As you place my cold flesh on the hearth
May it rise to golden clouds of heaven
Or for my sins descend into the darkness of hell.
For no soul now resides in this skeleton
As it has happened since the dawn of man
......
On a bed of woven wormwood and myrrh
Say the holy words from blessed mouth
Of distant gods and long forgotten ancient lore
As you place my cold flesh on the hearth
May it rise to golden clouds of heaven
Or for my sins descend into the darkness of hell.
For no soul now resides in this skeleton
As it has happened since the dawn of man
......