such wisdom is too delicate to touchnas the dark water closes inntears of blood fill the streets againnwe shall not regain our strengthnin our sleep we have only one nchance to glorify the ghostsnof the bravennyou always think about your lifenas such a living sacrifice nbut when your time is upnthere will be no chance againnnthere is no time for an apologyngo seek the trees for the safetynthere is no sand in my handsnthe forests with no canopynnthis is my lifenits a matter of timennas we stand alonenwe overcomenour darkest days are overnnsuch wisdom is too delicate to touchnas the dark water closes inntears of blood fill the streets againnwe shall not regain our strengthnin our sleep we have only one nchance to glorify the ghostsnof the bravennyou always think about your lifenas such a living sacrifice nbut when your time is upnthere will be no chance againnneverything diesnnothing will livenneverything diesneverything will be mine