I would end it all if I knew the right dose It's not just a jest I'm honestly quite close To leave and give up writing this long prose I'm sick and tired of life and I'm convinced that god knows And yet I still write Till the sky is bright And the night kills lights The fight stays on Night's bright the sunrise Let's all fly high Till the sky cries through Ra's eyes Dusk's bright the bright dawn The blood the war drum Let's sail and run, from Thames to Rhine To me waking everyday is torture Will you miss me? Frankly I don't care As we both know life hasn't been so fair I loathe you, have no hole and it's simply too cold here And yet I still write Till the sky is bright And the night kills lights The fight stays on Night's bright the sunrise Let's all fly high Till the sky cries through Ra's eyes Dusk's bright the bright dawn The blood the war drum Let's sail and run, from Thames to Rhine