pain can hold, and still I have a smile In a world decayed we walk against the fall Watching as the past burns down, and future builds a future bold
, of life which is dying Of its smoking hecatomb In the cold and freezing air The bell is tolling far away Nobody will hear it anymore For a reported
its back on those who cannot see And from this dying world An echo carried softly on the breeze Sounds of the Reaper's grace A silent tear falls to a
of life which is dying Of its smoking hecatomb In the cold and freezing air The bell is tolling far away Nobody will hear it anymore For a reported end
