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In the ultimate, untimely event of our end

Our memories will live on in our friends

In our loved ones and our family and kin

Oh, to be one, one with the stars again

He there, who does now enjoy eternal rest and happy ease which thou does want and crave,

What small pain the passage has that makes the frail flesh fear the bitter wave?

Is the short pain not well born, that brings on the great long ease

and lays the soul to sleep? To sleep in the quiet grave.

Sleep after toile, port after stormy seas, ease after war, death after life does greatly please.

In the ultimate, untimely event of our end

Our memories will live on in our friends

Our loved ones and our family and kin

Oh to be one with the stars again

Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth

with the grasses waving above one's head just listening to the silence.

To have no yesterday, and no uncertain tomorrows.

To forget time, to forgive life, to finally be at peace.

The highest tribute to the dead is not grief but gratitude

Death is the golden key that opens the palace of eternity

In the ultimate, untimely event of our end

Our memories live on in our friends

Our loved ones and our family and kin

Oh, to be one, One with the stars again