When death comes there'll be no funeral rites. No tears will shed on my expense. None shall grieve this tormented soul of Mine, when flesh and bones are laid to rest. Now I see Death before me stands. My fate is sealed within his hands. When death comes I need no grace above, no paradise will call to me. Not when I'm at ground, death and I so bound. My being simply fades away. Now I see Death before me stands. My fate is sealed within his hands.