Now we're falling into nothing,
All the hope we've pinned on.
A body lifeless before us,
On the ground, ground.
Minerva is screaming,
And all the children join in.
No, Harry, no, Harry, no!
The Boy-Who-Lived is dead, is dead, is dead.
Legend and triumph,
People whispered your name.
You were supposed to live forever,
Not get washed down the drain.
Somebody tell me what the next move in this game.
Because if the Boy-Who-Lived loses,
Our fate, our fate is just the same.
Now we're falling into nothing,
All the hope we've pinned on.
A body lifeless before us,
On the ground, ground.
Rubeus is sobbing,
Neville's loosing his mind.
No, Harry, no, Harry, no!
The Boy Who Lived is dead.
The Boy Who Lived is dead.
We'll bury him instead.
The Boy Who Lived is dead.
The Boy Who Lived is dead.
Is dead, is dead, is dead.
Sometimes dreams live on long after your death,
This of young students
With their wands to defend.
'Dumbledore's Army,' then a cheer from his friends.
We will gladly lose our lives to
Take this, take this to the end.
Now we're falling into nothing,
And we'll fight to our death.
Sooner give up the ghost,
You haven't beaten us yet.
We may have lost our beloved hero,
But we'll never lose hope.
That evil will loose and only love remains.
Only love remains.
Only love remains.
Only love remains.
Only love remains.
Only love remains.
Remains.
Remains.
Remains.