Is Death such a terrible thing, 
Is there no joy that it can bring. 
In this world of hate and sorrow, 
We cannot look forward to tomorrow. 

Some suffer so much,
And donīt know why.
One day it will come to pass,
And each of us will know at last. 

We laugh, we cry... 
We live, we die... 

That the life has seald the minds,
of those who search and finds.
When it is our turn under the Reapers knife ,
I really hope there is an After Life.

We laugh, we cry... 
We live, we die...