The Gates Of Slumber - The Mist In The Mourning lyrics

How sorry the man with no home of his own Limping forever, sorry and stoned Clotted up blood that hangs on the bone And a withered dead voice that ever does moan So sorry he cannot see his friends here today So sorry he is gone along his way Go down to the church, maybe you will pray And send him some love to speed him away How dark is it now How lonely the day And none can know The that has been paid Grim is the voice that calls you to die He knows no one will be there to cry Alone on his way, gone down to die With a sad, sad soul, I have to ask why But my soul is worried and my heart can't rest I have too many roads and too many rests I will see you on that cold lonely shore And that day we will mourn, never no more