he is dead, he is dead
he died on another new stranger's bed
the boy is dead, the boy is dead
he's still young & pretty but it's time to rest
i heard him crying, with choking sighs
he was so sad when i saw him last night
he lusted for life, tried to survive
but he's lost his strength to be alive
people confused him
then the wolrd refused him
he must die
i heard him crying, without his pride
he was so sad like a defeated noble knight
now he is dead, my boy is dead
he died on one thousand and his first bed