They (will Always) Die Lyrics - Serenades - Anathema

All tears, restrained for years 

Their grief is confined 

Which destroys my mind 

An ode to their plight is this dirge 

Some yearn for lugubrious silence 

Serenity in the image of the coffins 

Shall life renew these bodies of a truth? 

All death will he annul, all tears assuage? 

Fill the void veins of life, again with youth 

And wash with an immortal water, age 

They die.