[00:13.44]Even beauty must die:
[00:21.87]That which subdues both gods and mortals
[00:24.48]Leaves the steely breast of the stygian Zeus untouched
[00:42.00]As I wake I hear these words in my mind
[00:47.46]Their meaning is one that I cannot find
[00:50.58]My head it pounds with a tempered thought
[01:19.32]Did my eyes betray that which I sought?
[01:23.94]What was his gift for I can't ignore
[01:26.94]The question posed now as before
[01:34.35]Once and once only did love soften the lords of the shadow
[01:40.47]Then, on the very threshold, he sternly revoked his gift
[01:45.45]What was his gift for I can't ignore
[01:48.72]The question posed now as before
[01:56.19]I can't begin to realise
[01:57.27]That I'm the one to which they empathise
[02:03.09]Aphrodite herself has no power
[02:03.81]To assuage the hurt of her lover
[02:37.98]His tender flesh ripped by the cruel boar
[02:43.38]Nor can the godlike hero be saved, deathless mother
[02:47.82]At the Scaean gate when, falling, he achieves his date
[02:52.65]She rises out of the sea
[02:54.51]With all the daughters of Nereus
[02:56.43]And the mourning begins for her glorious son
[03:03.03]All good things must come to pas, too soon
[03:06.45]Perfection dies
[03:08.07]Trusting vanity, fading
[03:11.43]Perfection dies
[03:13.29]Look back, the mirror shows, Narsus
[03:16.59]Perfection dies
[03:19.35]Grieving for what I lost, slowly
[03:21.66]Perfection dies
[04:15.84]See! Where the gods are weeping
[04:18.03]And the goddesses, all of them
[04:20.94]Weeping that beauty passes
[04:22.74]Perfection will always die
[04:36.06]Good, a lament in the mouths of loved ones
[04:41.85]What is common goes to Orcus unsung
[04:58.23]And the mourning begins for her glorious son...
[05:02.19]All good things must come to pas, too soon
[05:06.06]Perfection dies
[05:07.77]Trusting vanity, fading
[05:10.68]Perfection dies
[05:13.86]Look back, the mirror shows, Narsus
[05:16.17]Perfection dies
[05:17.97]Grieving for what I lost, slowly
[05:39.75]Perfection dies

Even beauty must die:
That which subdues both gods and mortals
Leaves the steely breast of the stygian Zeus untouched
As I wake I hear these words in my mind
Their meaning is one that I cannot find
My head it pounds with a tempered thought
Did my eyes betray that which I sought?
What was his gift for I can't ignore
The question posed now as before
Once and once only did love soften the lords of the shadow
Then, on the very threshold, he sternly revoked his gift
What was his gift for I can't ignore
The question posed now as before
I can't begin to realise
That I'm the one to which they empathise
Aphrodite herself has no power
To assuage the hurt of her lover
His tender flesh ripped by the cruel boar
Nor can the godlike hero be saved, deathless mother
At the Scaean gate when, falling, he achieves his date
She rises out of the sea
With all the daughters of Nereus
And the mourning begins for her glorious son
All good things must come to pas, too soon
Perfection dies
Trusting vanity, fading
Perfection dies
Look back, the mirror shows, Narsus
Perfection dies
Grieving for what I lost, slowly
Perfection dies
See! Where the gods are weeping
And the goddesses, all of them
Weeping that beauty passes
Perfection will always die
Good, a lament in the mouths of loved ones
What is common goes to Orcus unsung
And the mourning begins for her glorious son...
All good things must come to pas, too soon
Perfection dies
Trusting vanity, fading
Perfection dies
Look back, the mirror shows, Narsus
Perfection dies
Grieving for what I lost, slowly
Perfection dies