It seems that there is too much death in this

Is there no other way?

Too often ponder

What have we lived for?

But death won't keep us down today

Buried under all

Our silence bled

From beneath it all

We rise from dead, for we are

Born again

It’s our time

Our time to reign

From the past, we feel rebirth

A new found energy

Now at last, we can find real worth

In what will come to be

There is death in every instant

With a wastеd life, I've killed my timе

So I wonder

What have I lived for?

But death won't keep me from what’s mine

Ashes of it all

Sifting through

Underneath it all

We find what's true, for there is

Born, a gain

A new life

A new bane

From the past, we feel rebirth

A new found energy

Now at last, we can find real worth

In what will come to be

The past has passed

What's done is gone

If nothing really lasts

What will we become?

Past

What will become of this life of mine?

What will be said of this life of mine?

Will it be known or will it just die away?

I

Die

I

REBORN

REBORN

REBORN

REBORN

Regarding undead fuckers reborn

Undead

Undead

Undead

Undead

Undead

Undead

Undead...

Past holds memories in a vast grave of time

But we will not be laid to rest in our prime

Life, this time, life, our time

Present is new life, we won't be denied

For death cannot take this thing that will not die