Ballad of a Stone-Broke Man

In the darkest lairs comes raging tears when summer shines and winter snows. The tales of blood and the splash of guts to tell of our homely woes. When death will stalk and hunger hugs and gives a warmly moan. Our history will tell of tales untold and how our bowels groan. It was a fortnight from the last dogfight Where hope was up in the ring. I broke its bones with heavier stones than my strength could ever fling. Without hope, I still couldn’t cope, for my stomach was empty and cold So I prayed to death to take my life For this pains, could no longer hold Now, death was deaf to my daunted clef, For my music was silent and loose. To live any longer was heavenly hell So with the devil, I struck a truce. one head to root for my daily bread for this ritual drowns my soul, my dreams will bleed and my past will sing that I may never be made whole. Cause In the darkest lairs comes raging tears when summer shines and winter snows. The tales of blood and the splash of guts to tell of our homely woes. When death will stalk and hunger hugs and gives a warmly moan. Our history will tell of tales untold and how our bowels groan.