Why must man live until it's his time? Why must man go through death's humiliation? Are we so pathetic as to fear what's inevitable?` Do we so love to suffer that we enjoy it until the end? When he sees the fullmoon behind the fog When the voice of night whispers one thing When good memories and bad ones even eachother out When the heartbeat of a dark sleep calls out to him Man must die when he chooses to Once he makes his dreams into reality Not wait, and fear, what he can not avoid With pride, he must dream the final dream When he sees the fullmoon behind the fog When the voice of night whispers one thing When good memories and bad ones even eachother out When the heartbeat of a dark sleep calls out to him Man must die when he chooses to Once he makes his dreams into reality Not wait, and fear, what he can not avoid With pride, he must dream the final dream