A walk to Heaven isn't any better With legions' fresh ascent First they dwindled like always And then I regretted closing my eyes See, this dream was not inevitable In the war of reds and golds Our hero was gold!
Anon, with each pronunciation Banners were smouldering, then dying And burning my intestines Taking away, alas, All that kept me alive Hast thou not crept up upon me? Cruel poison of Life! Thou hast taken everything. But what hurts me is that You've slobbered filthily O'er the delicate lips of a delicate girl And I shall announce what you are... Yes, away thou goest Into the desert betwixt blue angels Choose thy canon and execute Never is the morning of thy age!