Lyrics Nunc Stans - Cynic

Hey, comrade
What will it be like
On the day we face our mortal lives?
We're all given
The misfortune of loss
But that's a gift we call impermanence

We don't own our work
We don't own the earth at all

We're eternal Nunc Stans soldiers
The eternal warriors

We're accountants
In the firm of life
Entrusted with a body, heart and mind
Hey, comrade
Did I love well?
Have I learned to live moment to moment?

We don't own our work
We don't own the earth
We don't own our minds
We don't own anything at all

We're eternal Nunc Stans soldiers
The eternal warriors

We're eternal Nunc Stans soldiers
The eternal warriors

It was not death
It was not life
It was love