No one knows where he will go,
No one seems to care to know;
But he who lays his head to rest,
Will now become, death’s own guest;

Death will sweep from far and wide,
In darkness it shall see you hide;
But it will not be help to you,
For when time comes, you’ll be through;

When death takes you far beyond,
Not a crack of light can be found;
Forever you’ll stand alone in the dark,
Waiting and waiting for even a spark;

You’ll never feel the presence of someone there,
In hope you will shout, but no one will care;
Your time is now and now is up,
You’ve lived a life full of such corrupt;

You’ll now be going somewhere far away,
A place not heard of, where you will stay;
A place of neither life nor light,
A place down under, the pale moonlight.