The only sin is the sin of being born

They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it's night once more

The end is in the beginning and yet you go on.

They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it's night once more.

They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it's night once more.

We don't object to our date of birth, so why object to our date of death, which is just as much a matter of chance.