Dying is the price we pay for living.
But what does death pay the living for their sins?
And it all begins now without an end.
Nothing in life is what it seems.
For all you've loved has been a dream.
And when you dance this dance with death,
Upon light feet with angel's breath,
What utterance will you gasp as Atropos cuts your string?
Will trumpets sound? Bells ring?
Your coil is broken now, full of lies
Where devils laugh and angels sigh.
This beginning to your end,
Bathe yourself of all you've sinned.
For when the angel's harp touches your heart,
That's when the true adventure begins to start.