• There is no life but that which lives to die
    And mortals all could never truly see
    the bird which sings was never meant to fly.

    It was not truth, but neither did I lie
    in saying that you could live happily
    There is no life but that which lives to die.

    Striking against reason, you would cry
    that "Does not hope yet spring eternally?"
    The bird which sings was never meant to fly.

    Madness burns the prophet's tongue, and I
    am burnt by only maddened memories
    There is no life but that which lives to die.

    Oh, resurrect your heroes, go and try
    but time indentures all eventually
    There is no life but that which lives to die
    And birds that sing were never meant to fly.