Beyond the Grave

Beyond the grave are there the undiscovered countries of the light?
Are there somewhere citadels of rubies and of jet?
Or is it just a place of endless, never changing night?
Where shrinking skin shows nails and teeth, as growing shards of white,
And there's no hope of resurrection, yet?

Beyond the grave are there the undiscovered countries of the light?
Does the barge of a thousand Suns, sail down the Nile's might?
Are there pryamids faced with old gold, where the sun goes to set?
Or is it just a place of endless, never changing night?
Where nothing lies beyond the bounds of coffin walls, so tight,
And there's no hope our wider dreams are met?

Beyond the grave are there the undiscovered countries of the light?
Beyond the grave is there another chance at right?
Or is this life the only bite we get?
Or is it just a place of endless, never changing night?
That even lacks the skeletons, beyond our own self-sight,
To scare us with the, shudders that we get?

Beyond the grave are there the undiscovered countries of the light?
Or is it just a place of endless, never changing night?


 [Another Hangman song from the Album "And Those That Hate Them"]