Sentenced

He's gone, he's dead
His remains are upon the hearse ahead
Silently we wander though that if he's free
Is this the end?
Your journey is over and I descend
Below into the abyss,
Farewell, my friend, you will be missed
Lower the flags
A good man has passed
He has reached the last of frontiers
Lower the flags
Down to half mast
For again the world has taken a turn for the worse
He's gone, he's dead
Six feet of earth upon his head
Now lay your wreath upon the
One who lies beneath
Although you're gone