Prelude - Memento Mori

A simple boy of common strain

A low-bred without class

Soil his name and apir at him

Just launch and turn away

A little boy who’s lost his pride

A little boy who’s dignity died

No fairy tales can cheer him up

As life just fed him lies

No summer sun can bring him warmth

Nor light to wilted eyes

He is a puppet upon a string

He will dance if you will sing

Painful yearning

In the beggar’s waltz

Relentless turning

In the beggar’s waltz

Painful yearning

In the beggar’s waltz

Relentless turning

In the beggar’s waltz