Letra de The Frantic Pace of Dying
They are living candles And we will watch them burnTheir frantic pace of dying Is so hard to maintainInto the arms of solace you go: (We sing the screams of men:) Make a joyful noise unto the lord Scream and scream againAge or beauty: which to burn? There's always room for one less: Suffering is the master from whom we learn: Keep this secret and be blessedIn these, the last days before revelation As existence is futile and failure is not an option They bleed for love of the body And they die for the body: Now, only silence remains... A sylvan silenceThe sick The dying The dead The rotting The damned... ...the burningTheir lives, as such are but a trifle: Their sacrifices, much like compost Will help to nourish the seeds of the future: This august body cannot cease to growArbeit macht frei Until you die: Welcome to permanent downtimeThey are all living candles And we will watch them burn outAll these small deaths Of mind, of body Rest is for the weak