Dying Codex Lyrics

And with no shaking hands
Holding tight to cold steel
And an even colder ideal
Hammering the soul til it is hard as a rock

Chorus
Not in any kind of dying
Could there be a greater peace
Never being in for a burden now
Could there be a greater peace

If ones sword gets broken
You strike with hand and foot
If your hands and feet get cut off
You press your enemy down with your shoulders When the old gather the young
And those who have lived
Tell of the inevitable death
That is when life is defined
And do begin
Thus the path is set
Life has begun
Onward march

Not in any kind of dying
Could there be a greater peace
Never being in for a burden now
Could there be a greater peace

Codex...Dying Codex

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