Every night before I sleep, I hear that night train far way. And it's crying out, like whales do for sailors. And I know, one day it comes for me, to go to the other-side. To that place all men dread, because we know Hell is there. Hell for those who don't pack well for trips far away.
We all hope we packed well, but judgement is stark.
In that day, it's naked and real, and final.
So hear ye hear ye oh man!
Pack well for trips far away, for no man knows the schedule.
Pack well for trips far away, for no man knows for sure what he'll need.
Pack well for trips far away my brothers, it's time to find out, what to believe.
Surrender your comfort now, because we can't hide from the truth over there.
Worry about Hell, because our vanity beckons it.
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