Greetings (To The Deads)

He fought and also did it for you
But for you he was ever a fool
He lived but now he's just dead
He's a hero to die not to fight and risk his head

And what did he get with that?
Just ahold of death
Now you're crying for your soul
But it's not right, you know

Where was your power?
When you were coward?
You just despised whom you could save
I think your power
Is like a prayer
You stretched your hand when it was too late

And now I ask myself
Why should the things be like that?
We never give a fair price
For what we get with easiness
He never wished to hurt anybody
Why to him, was never easy to survive?
I think he only looked for peace
And never looked for any pity

And what did he get with that?
Just ahold of death
Now you're crying for your soul
But it's not right, you know

Where was your power?
When you were coward?
You just despised whom you could save
I think your power
Is like a prayer
You stretched your hand when it was too late

And what did he get with that?
Just ahold of death
Now you're crying for your soul
But it's not right, you know

Where was your power?
When you were coward?
You just despised whom you could save
I think your power
Is like a prayer
You stretched your hand when it was too late