You all are fickle beasts.
Turn your attitude to apathy and hide your other cheek.
Monsters dressed as wolves, posed as sheep.

No man shall win this battle.

I drop my shoulder to brace for the fall.
I carry on but the hills are steep and the cliffs are tall.

No time for second guesses.

You all are fickle beasts.
This is why I ride carelessly through the night.
Slaying beasts and making enemy's.
Sleep is for the weak.