That which fades away    will not stay the same.   In your night you trampled on the flame.       Reckless haste before an Amen    Burning your wise men    in search of fool's gold in deserted landscapes.       Still rambling on    Indulging in your thirst    Laid aside salt when kneeling by the water.       Not to hear or never to speak first    That which fades will not stay the same.    Not to hear or never to speak first    The storm ends my way at the dusk of day.       Triumph in song or defeat    Retrieve the bitter or the sweet.    Would you bury the old or the young instead?    Answered in questions or yet unsaid?       That which faded did not stay the same    In black night you may have found a flame.   While these golden plates are now emptied    You’re most welcome to the house of grief.       Triumph in song or defeat    Retrieve the bitter or the sweet.