Winds shall blow Trees will bend The Moon rises Life does end When it's over My grave can scream Revel in my tales Living out the dream All of the misgivings My image does last Of a life not squandered But a sordid past There's no pain My only friend Do not mourn I want it to end When it's over My grave can scream Revel in my tales Living out the dream All of my misgivings My image does last Of a life not squandered But a sordid past