Celtic Death

Was already forever there were old
O'ciera whispered in my ear
Through the smallest bones

We wanted to live forever
Not here
We had title a better place

Only one way you live
Constantly beyond
Instantaneous in its nature

Each time
Real time
Another time

How else could they have known
How else could they have told us
The words sound good together

All time simultaneous
Always more to see
The angle to infinity

We seek a good one
It is the way
You can only live if you have things to die for