Before There Was Rosalyn. The Warrior. Zeneszám

Oh SIN atra!
We only live once but if you reap the second death, once is enough.
Oh! Shake! Speare!
The valiant taste of death but once and cowards die many times before the day.
Angels, sing to me a graceful song that I might taste of this with a smile.
As far as I see, all I see are Pharisees.
From the tyrant to the beggar.
When Heaven comes to fill the sands of time like the hour glass,
all that's left is emptiness.
This is our chance.
This is our time.
This is our fight.
This is the fifteen minutes we have to leave a legacy behind.
You're skin and bones but so much more.
Say something worthwhile

(Thanks to Patrick for these lyrics)