The sun was very low on the horizon
And shone on the western face
Of the solidified lava,
Tinting its dark brownness
With a dazzling array of yellow reflections.
In a world where death is the hunter
There are no small or big decisions.
There are only decisions that we make
In the face of our inevitable death.
In a world where death is the hunter
There are no small or big decisions.
There are only decisions that we make
In the face of our inevitable death.
In a world where death is the hunter
There are no small or big decisions.
There are only decisions that we make
In the face of our inevitable death
(In the face of our inevitable death).
Decisions,
Decisions,
Decisions that we make...
Decisions,
Decisions,
Decisions that we make
In the face of our inevitable death.
Decisions,
Decisions,
Decisions that we make...
Decisions,
Decisions,
Decisions that we make
In the face of our inevitable death.