Devir

Sit down, pull up that old chair
My story is long
I need sometime to tell you
You must know
That life is dangerous
Where blood and flesh
Face endless misery

Excuse me my dear sir
Here the devil lives in our sorrow
Do you believe there’s a Whistler
Or you believe there’s just a key that turns
Inside us all

Let the sun burn it all
Let the dryland swallow
All the glory and misery
In the smoke of a barrel

All the souls, I’ve crossed them all
And the crosses on their graves

Dig in to me and you’ll find
How much life’s gone
Excuse me my dear sir
Hope you use all your foreign perception

Do you believe there’s a price sir?
Is there something that buys our soul?
I don’t think so
The devil is in our own choices

Let the sun burn it all
Let the dryland swallow
All the glory and misery
In the smoke of a barrel

All the souls, I’ve crossed them all
And the crosses on their graves
Dig in to me and you’ll find
How much life’s gone

Fear I have
Not of facing death
But witness the dawn of life
In this devilish world
With no devil at all
With no one to blame
And that is the rule
Either you rule the land
Or damned backland will rule you