[verse] Aging bodies, Cruelly crumbling Down, down All around, Just corpses rotting; Fleeing, Chasing, Longing too. Rotten vision, Blackened posies. [Pre corus] Dear Death Makes it strong; And dear Hate Makes it stronger. [Corus] And they dance Singing: Ashes, ashes, We all fall Down [verse] The Good Is around too. Rings of gold. Wheeling in me, Pushing parities, Upwards, downwards, Inner wars Of ghosts grabbing; Against, The Good That’s in my soul Riptides of hurt. Slipping through Dying daily, Slowly shrinking From the living Melting snow wasting. [Pre corus] Dear Death Makes it strong; And dear Hate Makes it stronger; [Corus] And they dance Singing: Ashes, ashes, We all fall Down. [verse] The Good Brings growing still The tears of birth Streaming down. Rest brings peace All feel life, Freedom, And beauty. Living a long life Is the ending We seek. A just reward. [Pre corus] Dear Death Makes it strong; And dear Hate Makes it stronger; [corus] And they dance Singing: Ashes, ashes, We all fall Down. Down. All fall Down. All fall. All fall Down.