For every living thing.
There's a guide up in the sky.
It helps you pass from world to world.
So you never really die.

Then with scythe and cloak.
Death comes waltzing to your side.
As the visions pass you ask.
If there was meaning to your life.

As you strain to hear the answer.
Spirits sing, and devils fiddle.
As he bends to whisper in your hear.
He leaves you one more riddle.

The answer lies beyond the pain.
All the questions in our minds.
We surely ask in vain.
Come along with me.
Seek the truth, and you shall find another life.