It seems no one care
In the city of despair
When few always proclaim
The century of worst dreams.

I get no point
Why should I return
Opportunities are overwhelming
Outside the shell of aching.

A calling from God
For a gift of gab
To say a word
Of a stories untold.

Lies in a green grass dip
To view a woman from a sleep
Wake up for your call
You have to win more souls.

A land of breeze
A lion den should seize
A sacrificial to be
Is that what You prepare for me?