I could not care less for oh, so many things tales

Of your distress and what tomorrow brings

Alluring you on sight I'd harbour my delight.

You could not care for what tune sorrow sings.



In this battle of ages

Abreath of fire would light your pilot.

Are you soul courageous?

A breath of life would make

You maybe see... you bring me to the ground

You bring me to the ground



Victory's in vain unless one knows the score

Inner peace reclines, in a place the bitter scorn

Spirit maketh man always at hand

But spirit fails to save the ones worth waiting for.