There's a way that seems right unto mankind But therein lies the ways of d**h It takes a lot of trying to keep on denying Paupers and peasants, masters of jest Unrealized, mortality thrives Finally gives way to the ending age No strenght in numbers, wing left or right The Morning Light brings times decay All our ways that seem so right Lay inside the ways of d**h All our trying and our denying Paupers and peasants, masters of jest