Making a living has a way of killing men The lungs keep breathing but the soul suffocates within There is nothing new under the sun, it's all the same We need revival 'cause survivals a losing game
Am I fighting the good fight, am I on the run? Am I chasing vanity, or doing what needs to be done?
A man must always have something to conquer, a woman to fight for, a war to be waged. We are born for the storm. Risk all and rebel, to live hard and die well is why we were made.
I've seen an evil that overcomes us all The backs of good and wicked men are both against the wall What then shall we do when we are destined for the dust? We'll dig our feet into the earth and roll them sleeves up
No matter our station, wages, or trade, Our labor is loving. It's a worth way to spend all our days.
A man must always have something to conquer, a woman to fight for, a war to be waged. We are born for the storm. Risk all and rebel, to live hard and die well is why we were made.
This life's a vapor that quickly escapes My love, my hate, my memory will soon be erased So let's breathe in this vapor and drink this sea dry Do and dare greatly 'til our last day arrives
A man must always have something to conquer, a woman to fight for, a war to be waged. We are born for the storm. Risk all and rebel, to live hard and die well is why we were made.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
