|In the Cemetery
When memory directs your footsteps to the cemetery,
worship with reverence the sacred mystery of our dark future
Lift your mind towards the Lord.
Before you the narrowest bed of infinite sleep
lies under the mercy of Jesus
Our beloved religion takes pride in our graves and our death
It does not like the gifts, the victims and the pomp of pagans.
Without nonsensical offerings of gold
the narrowest bed of infinate sleep
lies under the mercy of Jesus.