The greater land of Death
guesses why should we live
if there's nothing else but give
and take away our breath.
The fire, the hope and care,
the exact and exalted love we share,
a portion, a life of pain
nothing left... but wear the chain.
Sounds and echoes speak to me.
They talk about love and war
and I just want to know a little more
about the love I love for thee.
Yet I blame not Death
for taking away thy Breath.
I blame myself for letting you go
and for wasting away the love I was meant to show...