I remember that scent upon the wind
And the sound of air rushing by me
Elysian fields alive with the memory
When we lived with the hunger within
Nightmare abandoned for the dream
Do we grow old by consent or fate
Lose the fire within that youth chase
I'd rather pass now from this place
Than to ever forget what if feels like
To know, to have reached and found
In this world both unalive and undead
Which echoes alone the sound
