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Sing the tales of tumult!

The long line of history

has lead to you and me

Many a great men lie under the ground,

where oblivion rules king

Some choose to be blind, some cut short their time,

some await for eternal sleep

But none can avoid the hurdles of life,

so we might aswell enjoy the ride!

For life is a breeze

We're but leaves in the wind

Unwind and raise your pints

Do not fear the end of our time

It may be tonight that the reaper arrives

and cradles all of us goodbye

Although we're doomed, our lives are still good

So sing the tales of tumult

This moment is all you can hope to control,

so stand up and face the call!

God may be dead, but we sure ain't yet,

come gather around my friends!

For life is a rain,

the sun must come up again!

Unwind and raise your pints,

under tumultuous skies!

It may be tonight that the reaper arrives

and cradles all of us goodbye

Although we're doomed, our lives are still good

So sing the tales of tumult