They Die - Anathema

All tears, restrained for years

Their grief is confined

Which destroys my mind

An ode to their plight is this dirge

Some yearn for lugubrious silence

Serenity in the image of the coffin

Shall I renew these bodies of a truth?

All death will he annul, all tears assuage

Fill the void veins of life again with youth

And wash with an immortal water, age

They die

They die

They die

die

An ode to their plight is this dirge