And evrything is simple now
Since everthing is dead
Simple Beauty, no more joy
eating away the lost youthful sound
Seeing now the child die
From voice to sightless vission blind
Around the truth to hollow lies
A journey hear now find
There we dwell as gypsy ghosts
as the Lords and Heirs tare us down
Laughing at our Lovely Golden Song
And it passes always threw our mind

The beauty of the world has died