The day I die is better than when I was born,
Sorrow is better than laughter,
My heart is weary, broken and worn,
I look to what waits after.

History is a repeat of mistakes; I've relived them all,
The hand that gives also takes, and those who stand must fall.

The day I die is better than when I was born,
Sorrow is better than laughter,
My heart is weary, broken and worn,
I look to what waits after.

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Another strangled, bleeding heart, groped by the hands of the enemy,
Another ideal ripped and torn apart by enemy in me.

The day I die is better than when I was born,
Sorrow is better than laughter,
My heart is weary, broken and worn,
I look to what waits after.

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah, yeah.