If the world doesn't remember what we've done Then is there a point to living? We try so hard, but Death can't be outrun He'll take you by the hand, he's forgiving Of the sins you have done that may lead you to hell Not everyone has a magic spell So now sing a song of those who died They will not be freed from their cursed lies If death can't be outrun, then that's alright Instead of fearing him, I'll learn to fight For my freedom, my happiness while I'm alive And, at least, when I die, I'll know I thrived So while you're burning in the underworld Yes, while you're burning in the underworld Know that I'm living and fighting I won't give in to your plight