Vital signs are gone It does not matter anymore Eyes close to a sick world Start the ritual A useless prayer to comfort you Close the lid of the funeral transport Take me to the garden of lit candles Walk, walk Tears and lamentations False memories Of a prosperous life Matter is dead Continue the ritual Another useless prayer Before the lime shovel Until The seventh day Tears and lamentations Matter is dead Tears and lamentations Death of dreams Tears and lamentation End the ritual Tears and lamentation Until the seventh day