You look behind the closed door Searching the empty floors What you are looking for You shall not ever find Secret is hidden from the greedy eyes This is it, the last of us Selfish, wise, self-appointed And ignorant men Still, it is well or true Ask for the power Father, son, we fight with our hearts Death is greedy, I was born Stars shall suffer the children's crown And cry it in Father, son, we fight with our hearts Death is greedy, I was born Stars shall suffer the children's crown And cry it in See the shimmer of the golden feast The beauty of the necklace Against your pain, your sting Does it make you glad? Love the beauty of the juice Shall you take it in your tomb? The living is equally cold for human bones Life of the married is fine Others grow it Father, son, we fight with our hearts Death is greedy, I was born Stars shall suffer the children's crown And cry it in Father, son, we fight with our hearts Death is greedy, I was born Stars shall suffer the children's crown And cry it in ... Father, son, we fight with our hearts Death is greedy, I was born Stars shall suffer the children's crown And cry it in ... Father, son, we fight with our hearts Death is greedy, I was born Stars shall suffer the children's crown And cry it in ...