This steel in my heart pronounces my end
As all mourn the hero who won the war
But my thwarted wish was to find a friend
These lonely, lost eyes see much to ignore

The hours melt away on my watch, run fast
From ace card to joker for fortune to scorn
My time was a thread and now it is past
I ponder the fate of my child unborn

An angel calls out in a dream this night
I beg leave to hold my soul in my hand
She twists it in two and holds me so tight
My life pours away like a grain of sand

No brother, no lover, no whore, no-one
And now I am sure the devil has won

© Omma Velada 2004