when that spirit is low, and its will slackens
when the clouds dye and the air blackens
when hope harbored hastens its flight
and takes with it all its light
when every tear becomes unfounded
and hearts with their pursuits get grounded
then we might drown in our despair
for it seems like the world doesn't care
pull those strings no more
we've strum them wildly before
now what shall we do - Oh boy! we're dead
remember that day, remember your kindred
must he weep and beat his breast
or must he also flee in haste
but, alas, he is gone - putrefied
so prithee boy, quickly decide!
Dec 1, 2025
Dec 1, 2025 at 3:18 AM UTC
when that spirit is low, and its will slackens
when the clouds dye and the air blackens
when hope harbored hastens its flight
and takes with it all its light
when every tear becomes unfounded
and hearts with their pursuits get grounded
then we might drown in our despair
for it seems like the world doesn't care
pull those strings no more
we've strum them wildly before
now what shall we do - Oh boy! we're dead
remember that day, remember your kindred
must he weep and beat his breast
or must he also flee in haste
but, alas, he is gone - putrefied
so prithee boy, quickly decide!