Exhale - Apocalypse Orchestra

No matter at birth

Born peasant or king

You will meet the end

In time they will sing

The young child of man

Immortally strong

Shining vividly

But will it be long?

The lifeglass of all

It can’t be unturned

Everlasting prime

Will only be yearned

And not before long you

Will start to decline

And age takes its toll

Now heed, (and) fall in line

Inhale

So deep

Breathe in

The life

You cling to desperately

Anguish building up inside you

Trying so hard to be strong

Darkness lifting — Eyes are clearer

Feeling lighter — Marching on

Inhale

So deep

Breathe in

Exhale

The life you hold so dear