Let the heavens weep and mourn

Let the heavens weep and mourn, As Life and Death, their fate is sworn, In this war of souls, where rage shall keep, Death's icy touch, at bay, and reap. Rage, rage against Death, the poet cries, With every word, the battle tries, To turn the tide, to break the chains, And free the soul from Death's cold reigns. Oh Death, your time will come, When Life's bright flame, shall burn as one, And in that moment, Death shall see, That Life, forever, shall always be. Rage, rage against Death, the poet cries, With every word, the battle tries, To turn the tide, to break the chains, And free the soul from Death's cold reigns. Oh Death, your time will come, When Life's bright flame, shall burn as one, And in that moment, Death shall see, That Life, forever, shall always be.