I used to be askin what's life about
why are we drowning in a river of the time
what is the death and what is outthere
what are we seekin for if we wait for the end
Could we get more if we lived before
and what would be the price
Lost are our names and only the tales
will stay here when we die
One day I'll be free again
oh my lord, free of hate and pain
I know that the death
is not the end
