One's life is easily thrown away
And souls are quick to be defiled
Fragile entities are born to decay
And then the leftovers are piled
Dark are the days
Exhausting our ways
Here on this barren soil
Plowshares and swords
Molded and forged
For our substantial needs
Watch towers rising higher
Built upon human blood
Burnt down by raging fire
Turned into dust and mud
Bright are the nights
Obstructing our sights
Here on this scarched earth
Circus and bread
Enjoyed and fed
For our enduring greed
Watch gluttonous men indulge
Exposed to common sense
Insolence they will divulge
Their frail existence ends...
Face up to anguish and strife
Dare to offer resistance
Fear not ot savor your life
'cause frail is our existence
(Morning Prayer)
One's life is easily thrown away
And souls are quick to be defiled
Face up to anguish and strife
Dare to offer resistance
Fear not ot savor your life
'cause frail is our existence
Face up to anguish and strife
Dare to offer resistance
Fear not ot savor your life
'cause frail is our existence
