Hey comrade
What will it be like on the day we face our mortal life
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 out 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


It was not death
It was not life
It was love