When the moon breaks
across the sky
the piper comes
calling my way
the river spawns
another soul
and the mist
is here to stay

I want my epitaph to read
live and let die
live to see
die in time
let it die
don't fight this
will of the sky

When the dead speak
into the air
the piper comes
toward his lord
the demons cry
toward my soul
and bid me
to go forth and die
for their horde