Lyrics:

And with no shaking hands Holding tight to cold steel And an even colder ideal Hammering the soul til it is hard as a rock [Chorus] Not in any kind of dying Could there be a greater peace Never being in for a burden now Could there be a greater peace If ones sword gets broken You strike with hand and foot If your hands and feet get cut off You press your enemy down with your shoulders When the old gather the young And those who have lived Tell of the inevitable death That is when life is defined And do begin Thus the path is set Life has begun Onward march Not in any kind of dying Could there be a greater peace Never being in for a burden now Could there be a greater peace Codex...Dying Codex