When I fall to the nethers. Spirit flys from this old shell Still air hangs on a feather Hope for no heaven Pray for no hell Just play a simple song upon the funeral bell A beautiful river flows from cloud cities above To the canyons lowest road
When I fall to the nethers. Spirit flys from this old shell Still air hangs on a feather Hope for no heaven Pray for no hell Just play a simple song upon the funeral bell A beautiful river flows from cloud cities above To the canyons lowest road