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.