Its the making of our story.
a passing dead and gone.
Fairytales wait in mystery,
and monsters sing in song.
Eventhough these lives have ended,
their memory will carry on.
A beautiful nightmare will begin,
and our heros will stand strong.
There is a place only the dead know,
where corpses dance and are true to heart.
It'is the making of our story,
where in death, we do not part.