Time is Dead

The eternal paths are opening up
We’re playing a game that will never end
On our journey through mountains and valleys
That were never mentioned on any map

The music is quiet and yet it is loud
It is the secret of ebb and of flow
Life is the bride we are going to marry
Death gives us wonder and beauty our courage

She was rather sickly and had lost her beat
We are dragging her coffin through heaven and hell
All our scars will make us stronger
We enter a field where answers are asked