The Master's Bouquet - Crypt Sermon

«Death is an Angel, sent down from above

Sent for the souls of the ones that we love

Surely it’s so, for in heaven’s own way

Each soul is a flower in the Master’s Bouquet»

They’ve always said

You can’t destroy the Master’s house with the Master’s hammer

I laugh and say

«I will use any tool I find to tear down his manor»

The sheep gather flowers for the Master’s Bouquet

They say that these flowers will never decay

They’ve always said

«Don't bite the hand that gives you food, the hand of the host.»

I laugh and say

«I've never known a deed so good, performed by a ghost.»

Gathering flowers for the Master’s Bouquet

Beautiful flowers that will never decay

Gathered by angels and carried away

Forever to bloom in the Master’s Bouquet

But they die

They wither and die