Lower The Flags — Sentenced

He's gone, he's dead His remains are upon the hearse ahead Silently we wander though that if he's free

Is this the end? Your journey is over and I descend Below into the abyss, Farewell, my friend, you will be missed

Lower the flags A good man has passed He has reached the last of frontiers Lower the flags Down to half mast For again the world has taken a turn for the worse

He's gone, he's dead Six feet of earth upon his head Now lay your wreath upon the One who lies beneath

Although you're gone In memories you shall live on A sleeping peace, now rest The weight of the world is off your chest

Lower the flags A good man has passed He has reached the last of frontiers Lower the flags Down to half mast For again the world has taken a turn for the worse

That morning light I'll always remember When these August nights, cold as December

Lower the flags A good man has passed He has reached the last of frontiers Lower the flags Down to half mast For again the world has taken a turn for the worse