Coordinates: 52°40′31″N 1°22′12″E / 52.6753°N 1.3701°E / 52.6753; 1.3701
Rackheath is a village and civil parish in the English county of Norfolk, and is roughly 6 miles (9.7 km) from Norwich city centre. It covers an area of 7.52 km2 (2.90 sq mi) and had a population of 1,551 in 625 households at the 2001 census. For the purposes of local government, it falls within the district of Broadland. It is the site of a proposed new eco-town.
The A1151 Norwich to Wroxham Road runs through the parish dividing it in two. There is a small settlement (originally known as Great Rackheath or Rackheath Magna) near the 14th century listed church of All Saints (redundant since the 1970s) to the north, and the now much larger settlement of New Rackheath (but originally known as Little Rackheath or Rackheath Parva) to the south. All Saints church has a 12th century canonical sundial on the south wall. New Rackheath contains the modern (1959) Holy Trinity Church as well as the 1930s art deco style Sole and Heel public house, which is situated in the part of the village known locally as Slipper Bottom (or Slipper's Bottom). Rackheath's other pubs are the Racecourse Inn, originally the Washington Hotel, on Salhouse Road; and the Green Man, on the Wroxham Road, which dates from before 1826 and closed in November 2011.
Farewell to all, I'm in arms of eternal sleep
In mourning hall your sorrow for me is too deep
No feeble thought, you gaze into the void
Think what you are before the eternity
Staring with awe yet unbelieving
The vision before your eyes - the bloodstained flowers...
An everlasting torment
Moaning, crying, in flowers body lying
Rain of tears is pouring from your mourning eyes
Depression, sorrow, for me there's no tomorrow
Now you take all pain and grief for my demise
My coat is shroud and the coffin is my only home
Don't moan so loud, let me rest, don't make my soul roam
Blessed are the strong, the strong with spirit
And grief is supressed by fierce impact
The flash of insight reveals desire
To join me within my grave - the godless craving...
An act of desperation
Don't cry for me, can't you see - I feel better now
My soul is free so get near and kiss my cold brow
And no tears last - the chalice is empty
Extict the feelings, fear's gone and forgotten
And in your dream I beckon to follow Come share my afterlife...