Come for-th, from love's spi-re
Born in life's fi-re
Born in life's fi-re
Come for-th, from love's spi-re
In the bur-ning, all are year-ning,
for life to be
And in pain there will be ga-in,
New Life!
Stirr-ing in, sal-ty stre-ams
And dark hid-den seams
Where the fossil sun gle-ams
They we-re, sent from the gates
Ride the tid-es of fate
Ride the tid-es of fa-te
They we-re, sent from the gates,
In the bur-ning all are year-ning,
For life to be
They we-re, sent from the gates
Ride the tid-es of fate
Ride the tid-es of fate
They we-re, sent from the gates,
In the bur-ning all are year-ning,
For life to be
Oh oh.. to be... to be!
There's no end to my life,
No beg-inn-ing to my death:
Death is life.
