When, after a life spent in debauchery, the reaper comes to take this fleeting life away,
Will you weep as you would for your lover?
Would you mourn for my soul?
Slowly crossing over The Styx,
Never to return...
Would you look above, at the skies,
And wonder if with the heavenly choirs I dwell,
Or would you stare down,
With fear imagining me burning under the devil's flames...

As the mists of memories rise,
Would you still raise your head and...