[00:41.46]Stately columns standing in solemn rows
[00:42.33]Such empty honours are suitable for those
[00:43.29]Whose death erases all renown and fame
[00:52.68]And vanquishes their glory with their name
[00:53.55]Wandering aimlessly through dead filled fields
[01:36.51]Rewards are just, who knows what absence yields?
[01:44.79]By the golden beauty of dusk and the sun low in our sky
[02:06.09]By the haunting shadows of trees and graves, mesmerized am
[02:13.65]I. Searching deep inside trying to reach my dreams
[02:15.00]I see a face stare back at me... oh, so serene.
[02:42.84]By the golden beauty of dusk and the sun low in our sky
[03:10.11]By the haunting shadows of trees and graves, mesmerized am
[03:17.94]I. Those whispering shades... sad, silent glades
[03:54.66]But not for those whose superior worth
[03:55.62]After death extols them to the earth
[04:05.22]I would even venture to assume
[04:05.82]That one need not build for them a tomb
[04:09.06]By human art, since glory heaven sent
[04:13.47]Serves them as a living monument
[04:18.12]Pain is a far away land,
[04:18.63]Misery, a lifetime's journey... ...and
[05:30.90]I lust for death (judgement).