Epitaph Songtext
von C-Tec

The first time I died
I walked my ways
I followed the file
Of limping days
I held me tall
With my head flung up
But I dared not look
On the new moon′s cup
I dared not look
On the sweet young rain
And between my ribs
Was a gleaming pain
I dared not look
On the sweet young rain
And between my ribs
Was a gleaming pain
The next time I died
They laid me deep
They spoke warm words


To hallow my sleep
They tossed me petals
They wreathed me ferns
They weighted me down
With a marble urn
And I lie here warm
I lie here dry
And watch the world
Slip by, slip by
I lie here warm
I lie here dry
And watch the world
Slip by, slip by
Lie warm
Lie dry
Lie warm
Lie dry
Dry
Dry