We all know
That we shall fade
First, we grow
And hope for late.

You saw dozens people
Singing last beside your art,
And behind there was the reaper
Waiting for the final taunt.

Not for long
Your souls were ardent
And their faces
Were so glow
And not because the fire's advent
But because the lyrics' known.

Your music told us that
There's no life without the art
No give in, that was the story
And you felt your lyrics glory.

You were fighters, I admit
Fighting souls, against the lit
And your lyrics don't fit
With your bodies in the pit.

And the fire, after all
Was the unmerciful goal
And the reaper near the wall
It was death, beneath the soul.