As the Coins Upon Your Eyes

As the Coins Upon Your Eyes
The sands of time are slipping through your fingers,
Life's bitter journey, towards the end,
Your time has come, pass the threshold and beyond,
With a conscience cold, as the coins upon your eyes,
Wear the flesh of fallen angels, leave your earthly form behind,
Across the seas of blood, to shores of the damned,
Nothingness surrounds you,

Burning in this void, cleaned and remolded,
Stripped of a sinful past,
A life of misery and pain has come to its end,
All is black, all light has faded,
Howling demons tear your mind to shreds,
Cast aside, the flesh that binds you,
What you want, you shall become after death.