Burning cold

The hunters have all blown their horns
Rabbits dive into the corn
For their will be no tomorrow
In the night of all sorrow

I suddenly begin to sing
When I am about to die
It won't do no good to cry
I do not fret anymore

Greed has killed the world
Love is coming to a halt
We shouldn't fight over nothing
If we stop to feed the fire
If we set to find each-other
If the fire will remain
Dancing endlessly
Spreading light
Burning cold

Was this a child strapped to the rock?
The knife is fearsome on his thro
Is he setting before dawn?
Where has all the magic gone?

The hunters blow their horns
Rabbits dive into the corn
There will be no tomorrow
Suddenly I start to sing
When I'm about to die
It won't help me if I cry
I am not scared anymore
And I know now how it stings
Burning cold