Текст: Mercyful Fate. Time. The Afterlife.

Why am I here in a quiet mortuary?
A lady and the man, flowers in their hands
Nobody sees me, I don't understand
Nobody hears me, seems like I don't exist
Seems like no one can hear me as I scream

I do not feel the way I used to be
Could it really be that the one I see is me?
You gotta tell me why people come but never stay?
Could it really be that the one I see is me?
Does it really matter, oh, do you really care?

Why am I here in a quiet mortuary?
Listen to the bell, calling my name
Nobody sees me, calling my name
Nobody hears me as I scream

Why do I feel like I've been left behind?
Could it really be I'm in the afterlife?
You gotta tell me, why I feel like I've been left behind?
Could it really be I'm in the afterlife?
Does it really matter, oh, do you really care?

Why do I feel like I've been left behind?
Could it really be I'm in the afterlife?
You gotta tell why people come but never stay?
Could it really be that the one I see is me?
Does it really matter, oh, do you really care?