Death, be not proud
Though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful,
Thou art not so...
For those thou dost thinkest thou
Overthrow die not, poor death
Nor canst thou kill me...
My body is as a leaf
Fragile and disposed
Driven by a torrent
Controlled
My body is as a leaf,
Fragile and disposed
Driven by a torrent
Ooh, controlled
Dread... black waters
Dread... black waters
To perish in black waters,
My soul becomes opaque
To perish in black waters,
My soul becomes opaque... yeah!
To perish in black waters
Grey sky, my last belief
Uprooted from tranquility
Solace, return to me
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