[Verse 1 X3]
In the end, we count the stones
What we killed and what we made
No account of who we were
Just the signs above the grave
Golden glory, long ago
Kings and queens of royal name
All have fallen from their thrones
Silver screens and beauties fade
And we ponder on the show
As the words begin to scroll
[Outro]
In the end we're just names on a stone on
a grave.
