Final Days - Die Kammer

To all those friends I once knew

And those I still do This is our last but one drink

Our ship’s about to sink

But we won’t dread

The grim reaper and the dead

No, we won’t dread

The primrose path that lays ahead

The wind that blows

The rain that falls

Bare all the mysteries of our final days

To the muses I once knew

And those I still do You made me give my life a meaning

Drove bright thoughts gleaming

Now I’d be thankful

If you would a hand lend

So not to dread

The inescapable at the end