The sun, the moon and the stars
The sun, the moon and the stars
all call out your name
the mountains and cliffs
(further aspire, these, the great heights of fame
Ah - the greatest heights of fame
'I will live and die' (you sing)
The blood on the ground spilt
(poured straight from your veins)
That sword of silver in your heart
sings of casket lain
The greatest fanfair - a circus light merry-go-round
How do you proclaim?
'I will love and lose that love
(if I must)
(And I will choose good
O'er evil when I can
because - I may
'I will live and die,' you sing.