Death, I say
to the innocent the broken and the useless
and why not let them burn
send their ashes to the death trains inner recess
and from them the rest shall learn
resistance of life is the great destroyer
the rails of the train
run along the paths of despair
if you want to live
you better learn what life is
the black pit of death
the wings of the good life
to transcend these barriers is to rebel
to become above right and wrong
and to free yourself from strife
almighty be the immortal
but they have no concern
to them our lives are short
and something to gamble on
the conductor of the death train
the almighty lord
he who wanders the dead realm
the grey lord of wanderers
and he who sees off the dying
and runs under the rain
to live is to rebel
obedience is death
the innocent the broken and the useless
those who cannot fight
those who chase no freedom
the willess and the damned
they give their life and their will
to the immortals
to the grey conductor
but those of us who will climb any hill
we shall claim the world
for we are the nameless
the painless
and above all the aimless
we are not
nameless, painless but never aimless
while we wander we make our plans
we claim our land
and leave our mark
for we may not claim the world
but we will always live
we have no fear of the dark
that lives inside us all
we claim our evil and use it well
our infinite source to claim power
though always at great cost
and while you fools succumb
we stand strong
we claim our right to live
and forever we rebel
even when
rebellion leads to our death
