"What will be waiting for any of us
When the lights dwindle and we cease to fuss?
Will I be taken to a beautiful brook
In a medieval meadow like in a History book?
Will be there a path to be trod
Where I will meet many brave heathen Gods?
Will the humble, the bad and the wise
Be sent to a neat place in Paradise?
Will I listen to the Devil's black bell
Tolling at me in the depths of Hell?
Will my bones, blood and flesh
That came from somewhere return to ash?
I hope in the moment of my very last breath
I have not died a terrible death."