vivos voco/mortuos plango/fulgura frango
(I call on the living, lament the dead, break the lightning)

Won't see the golden of the sun when I'm gone
And the evenings and the mornings will be one when I'm gone
Can't be singing louder than the guns when I'm gone
So I guess I'll have to do it while I'm here
-- When I'm Gone, Phil Ochs