• He calls himself the Shepherd of Death,
    Sending ended-life's fragrant mistletoe to engulf you.
    As you say goodbye to your beating heart,
    Bewitching pools of light fall to heaven apart,
    As you descend up the hardship-coated slope,
    To the edge of the Highway to Heaven.

    Mangled bodies climb towards cosmic forces,
    His shredded black cloak a symbol of darkened night,
    The darkness engulfs the dense, blackened skies,
    The Velvet Black Raven, away she flies,
    Her wings burn with lost hope as she lights the way,
    To the edge of the Highway to Heaven.

    Higher and higher, the air clean and crisp,
    But tinged with the scent of formaldehyde,
    The Black Bird, she grows weaker with every shallow breath,
    Til' the hope is rekindled and she falls to her death,
    New life will come to her when the next flock roll on in,
    To the edge of the Highway to Heaven.

    One single shattered fragment of light and life,
    It lifts up their hearts as they forget their blunders,
    The pieces of the puzzle fit together at last,
    The light comes together with a pace that's so fast,
    Wounds and hearts heal at the touch of the light,
    Near the edge of the Highway to Heaven.

    Religious discrimination and feuds all fade,
    Souls are all cured and conscience' is cleansed,
    As they watch the most peaceful thing ever seen,
    Its beauty as heartbreaking as there has ever been.
    Living death lights up their faces as they find themselves,
    At the edge of the Highway to Heaven.

    There is no doubt in their eyes or their minds,
    As they look to the haven they've searched for for so long.
    And taking one fresh, last, unneeded breath,
    They cross the barrier of Life and Neutral to Death.
    They will never look back, joyful tears turn to gold.
    As you leave the edge of the Highway to Heaven.