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
Mistwalker - Pagan Past Lyrics
Mistwalker - Pagan Past Lyrics
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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
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
Writer: Greg Sweetapple
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