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R.I.P Miika Tenkula (1974-2009) </3

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Sentenced - Lower the flags

He's gone, he's dead
His remains upon the hearse ahead
As silently we wander through the mist
He's free

This is the end
Your journey is over, night descends
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 wreaths upon the
One who lies beneath

Although you're gone
In memories you shall live on
Asleep... in peace now rest
The weight of the world is off your chest

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

That mourning light I'll always remember
And these August nights, cold as December

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

++++++++++++++++++++++++
Miika Tenkula
6.3.1974 - 19.3.2009

So brief was the light on your way

Rest In Peace

++++++++++++++++++++++++

The bells again...someone has died
The bells of the end toll to remind
that life´s but a race against time

At your back you´ll always hear
The Chariot of Time hurrying near
The faster you run the closer it comes
A pursuer you can not outrun

Hear these words I say:
-Make the most out of your day
For brief is the light on our way
On this momentary trail

Hear these words, awake:
-Make the most out of your day
For brief is the time, so brief is the time
that we´re allowed to stay

The bells again...whose turn this time?
To reach the end, yours or mine?
Each funeral just makes us realize
that life´s but a series of goodbyes

Life passes by, melts away like snow in the spring
We all are blind to the running of time

(Sentenced -Brief is the light)