In a dark Inn of sour brew
I speak it plain and slant
I clothe my wolf in sheep and cape
Exerting can from can't

Pounding ******* the minor chords
I summon all my strength
Stopping for neither rest nor test
But pushing on at length

I will find courage when its lost
With fuel of good or ill
With fire of heart, and lungs that draw
I give up all but will