Bellum Del Leben

He won't deny, this fate, his way
the fields aren't far, the sheep, they graze
but can he see now, what he wants to be now
"It'll never matter, anyways."

And in that field, they drank the wine
the one the fills, the soul, with swine
he becomes mad now, tainted black his innocent pysche
"I'm within the light."

Sometimes truly whats right, won't feel alright.

But in the end, the curio,oh sitas
behind the wool, look, gold eyes
the ones the hunger, for you to suffer
he was to late, not one, no nights.