Danse Macabre

Death in midsummer
There is true beauty in all that dies
Nothing lasts forever...I know
Dreams, hopes, life itself
Slipping through my fingers
Slipping through my fingers
Like a sand on beaches
I used to know
So many people came and went
As years go by
Their faces fade like a song
In vain I try to hold on
To the humble knowledge
I gathered
Death in midsummer
Death in Midsummer
So much still to learn
To discover, to feel
Yet I sense
My earthly and only existence
Fade away
No light at the end of the tunnel
No God to save one's soul
The atheist's curse
The atheist curse
Life never seemed precious to me
But now...
It is so cruel to die
In the middle of summer
In the middle of summer