A lightning strike in the sky On the mountains far away The crows are perched all around In a black parade The wind is whispering A final farewell Some flaming arrows fly Through the dark Burn in the light of A cold starry night On a pyre of fire and flames Rising to the sky There's a time to be heroes and A day when heroes die But their name will forever be alive The ashes rise in the air Like a silver rain A lady is singing in the corner Like a nightingale Two gold coins on the eyelids Are the payment for the Ferryman of souls