The Great Gates of Kiev

(Mussorgsky, Lake) Come forth, from love's spire Born in life's fire Born in life's fire Come forth, from love's spire In the burning, all are [of our] yearning For life to be And in pain there will [must] be gain New Life! Stirring in, salty streams And dark hidden seams Where the fossil sun gleams They were, sent from [to] the gates Ride the tides of fate Ride the tides of fate They were, sent from [to] the gates In the burning all are [of our] yearning For life to be There's no end to my life No beginning to my death: Death is life