Walk my dismal path Pursue my much walked ways Two Hells I've found, Two deaths I'll die Mere fools choose to stay
Shut out the sky In this darkened room As I prepare myself for slumber Where the weary are at rest
Scraps of acrid marrow Dried and whitened spine Wasting of the limbs Abbreviated death
Such a bitter satire I'm content to rest alone Leave me here and I will lie Composed and undisturbed
Oh where can I find sorrow To relieve me of my grief I've shut my eyes to God above And walked my dismal way
I've drunk the dregs of a wooden cup I've trampled on His blood I've smeared Him in my arrogance I grieve I can't turn back
Walk my dismal path Pursue my much walked ways Two Hells I've found, Two deaths I'll die Mere fools here remainTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
