We must play our lives like soldiers in the field
But life is short [bad word] faster all the time
Strength and beauty destined to decay
So cut the rose in full bloom

'til the [bad word] and the act is done
love like blood, a love like blood

Everyday through all [bad word] and despair
Love and hate fight with burning hearts
'til legends live and man is god again
(and [bad word] the day no more)

We must dream of promised lands and fields
That never fade in season
As we move towards no end we learn to die
Red tears are shed on grey