The songs of the living echo loudly in the light.
Reverberating throughout the world, descending in the abyss,
The screams of the dead fall silent in the night.

Humanity moves on, under the sun burning bright.
Singing their prayers into the enigmatic bliss,
The songs of the living echo loudly in the light.

While the poor, forgotten, souls vanish slowly from sight.
Bound by their beliefs, lost in the ever rising mist,
The screams of the dead fall silent in the night.

Are you going to accept it’s over, that you survived the fight?
Believe that it is never going to be your time, and how foolish it is to think this,
The songs of the living echo loudly in the light.

The dead, how they envy you, yet you accept the serpents bite.
Won’t even say a word, like they didn’t exist,
The screams of the dead fall silent in the night.

The embers of the final burning question, still burns so bright.
What would they say if they saw you like this?
The songs of the living echo loudly in the light.
The screams of the dead fall silent in the night.