He was a soldier at seaBounded against all that held right through her moonSugar-coated, doomed and clonedMade for a dudeBut lately through her taleThat sweetly tells me with prideAnd forgivenessThat death do they partDeath do they partDeath do they partDeath do they partSee free and I lean stand proudThrough the stampeding herdOf the groundThat burned down each stepUp to the hill and beyondThey wait their turnAnd ask for nothing at allIt all seems so simpleFor a wise man and a healerThat death do they partDeath do they partDeath do they partDeath do they partDeath do they partSous-titrage ST' 501Sous-titrage ST' 501
