You will die my friend
Your hand that plays the string
Will be Ash, white as the thing
They call it death,
That’ll turn your body into soil
Turn your memories into nothing
You will die oneday
With few grudges, few regrets
With few smiles and few tears
They say you won’t die,
No, they say you’ll live forever
Cause they want you to hide
And play their songs in your ear
They want you to listen
To their ways, how they live
They want you to unfold your sleeve
And sleep until the deep sleep arrives
You will die my friend
Don’t forget it
Before death turn you onto ashes
Don’t let it,
Don’t sing their song
Don’t let them pave way for you
Sing your song until you die
Which surely you’ll do
You’ll die my friend.