They (Will Always) 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

It is the serenity in the image of coffins

Shall life 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