When I'm gone and my time has come to shut these eyes of mine, of mine
No stones must be erected, I will leave but ash behind, behind
Tell no tales about me when you gather around your fire, your fire
I'll be one with mother earth, not dining in no hall up high, up high

I have no masters, I swear no oath
The Gods may p*** me by
I steer the horse, I choose to mount
When the storm draws near and the blood rain from the sky

One life hardly a notch made in the bark of tree of time, of time
One death hardly a drop of blood on the reapers shiny scythe, shiny scythe
I take not a thing with me, where I will go on the day I die, I die
When my star has ceased to shine, but in a shallow hole I'll lie, I'll lie

Nobody died for my sins
No faith tied to my name
The path I choose to walk is mine
When the clouds turn red and the horizon as in flames

My blood, my heart, my soul, my hands and feet
My hair and eyes, my head, my lips and teeth
My arms, my legs, my ****, my choice and life
My lungs, my tongue, my mind till the day I die, I die