A Debt Owed to the Grave - Revocation

A life extinguished in its prime

Summoned by the bell’s strident chime

A bemoaning family laments

An Obolus the payment for a life that has been spent

Silent and stiff

In rigor mortis' grip

The die is cast

How quickly one’s time can elapse

The ferryman will take you on your way

The coin’s been passed

Empty is your hourglass

In a lightless chamber, the cold slab awaits

Stained sheets, the darkest shade of crimson

Bloated by the onset of decomposition

No one will mourn over his death

An Obol forced inside your mouth before your final breath

Silent and stiff

No tears shed for a life now forfeit

A debt owed to the grave

A debt we all must pay