Lyrics Casa Ukrania - Faces Of Death

Death of a rich man comes wearing velvet and furs
With majestic orchestra playing her music of curse
She'll find him anywhere to throw him down
She says - be ready to take off your crown
You had plenty of gold and now it's all lost
Cause the place in heaven never had a cost

Empires will ruin and cities will burn
From ashes we're made and to ashes return
A priest and a poet, a king and a slave
All crumble to dust, disappear in grave

Death of a poor man is one you'd have pleasure to meet
A well-dressed gentleman walking the cobblestone street
He enters the hovel to take poor man's hand
He says - your sufferings have to end
You own nothing so nothing is gone
But sure I can promise you'll never be alone

Empires will ruin and cities will burn
From ashes we're made and to ashes return
A priest and a poet, a king and a slave
All crumble to dust, disappear in grave

Death of an orphan is playing a seraphine flute
A girl in a white dress, very pretty and cute
She wipes his tears and she sings a song
She says - your solitude won't be long
There's a place in the sky above
Where they're waiting for you, the ones that you love

Empires will ruin and cities will burn
From ashes we're made and to ashes return
A priest and a poet, a king and a slave
All crumble to dust, disappear in grave