A tragic tradition from times long past Weak of wit and hard of heart Thus pawns are born and Circumstance plays its part
Here we stand again, aghast Alas, what evil has come to pass! Questions burn, anger rises Vengeance brews on the horizon
The world has turned for years and years On violence and wars, and bitter tears You build - they break, you smile - they’re fake Injustice reigns in misfortune’s wake Struggle for some, victory for others Caps are waved with fair-weather feathers
Who are they, who are we? Who is safe, who is free? Where is the heart that knows no fear? Where is the mind that’s always clear?
An ephemeral world, a passing phase The old, the new The false, the true A blink of an eye in eternity’s gaze
Yet weak-minded malignancies Must ply their trade of misery Dispensed with as refuse in this life ****** as bartered souls in the next Fate’s hand is heavy and dark is the night For the vicious heart and feeble intellect.