I look back at all the wrong I've turned
And all the matches I've burnt

We are about to die

I see that those who turned their back
I am watching more closely
I'm calling the rain to mend
The burnt now mostly

We who are about to die
Fear the day we face the sky
We who are about to die
Don't want to face another life

Let fly, let fly
Don't try, don't try deny
To deny me to be alive

Empty smiles, lonely faces
The sorrow piles and all erases

We who are about to die
Fear the day we face the sky
We who are about to die
Don't want to face another life