That which fades away will not stay the same.
In your night you trampled on the flame.
Reckless haste before an Amen,
burning your wise men
in search of fool's gold in deserted landscapes.
Still rambling on, indulging in your thirst,
laid aside salt when kneeling by the water.
Not to hear or never to speak first,
that which fades will not stay the same.
Not to hear or never to speak first,
the storm ends my way at the dusk of day.
Triumph in song or defeat,
retrieve the bitter or the sweet.
Would you bury the old or the young instead?
Answered in questions or yet unsaid?
That which faded did not stay the same,
in black night you may have found a flame.
While these golden plates are now emptied,
you're most welcome to the house of grief.
While these golden plates are now emptied,
you're most welcome to the house of grief.
Triumph in song or defeat,
retrieve the bitter or the sweet.
Triumph in song or defeat,
retrieve the bitter or the sweet.