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
 [bad word] our sights
Here on this scarched earth
Circus and bread
Enjoyed and fed
For our enduring greed

Watch gluttonous men indulge
Exposed [bad word] 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