Brink Of Death کے بول

As I lie upon the brink of death Knowing soon I'll take my final rest I can see the golden isles In the clouds that reach full miles Someone's calling me, come and see Soon I'll be free Thoughts so weird, they passed ways through my mind Bringing back the times I leave behind As my eyes see a new dimension Suddenly I feel the tension Slowly driftin' up from my soul I'm growing cold Someone's hand is reaching out for me Lifting up the veil to set me free Now my eyes are not so eery I can feel his presence near me Casting tears of joy upon my eyes And now goodbye