I look back at all the wrongs I've turned And all the matches I've burnt I look back at all the wrongs I've turned And all the matches They are burnt We who are about to die We who are about to die I see that those who turned their back I am watching more closely I'm calling the rain to mend The burnt now mostly We who are about to die Fear the day we face the sky We who are about to die Don't want to face another lie Let fly, let fly Don't try, don't try to deny To deny (deny) Me to be alive Empty smiles Lonely faces The sorrow piles And all erases Empty smiles Lonely faces The sorrow piles And all erases We who are about to die Fear the day we face the sky We who are about to die Don't want to face another lie We who are about to die Fear the day we face the sky We who are about to die Don't want to face another lie We who are about to die Fear the day we face the sky We who are about to die Don't want to face another lie We who are about to die Fear the day we face the sky We who are about to die Don't want to face another lie