Of Life That Never Showed Its Face - Woe Unto Me

Begotten with regret

Born into the world

Of rust and decay

Renounced, unformed

Incapable to fight

Thrown to the tender mercies

Of wolves in sheep’s clothing

Under the grimace masks of virtue

Trampling upon the pure innocence

Raised in captivity

Among his own kind

Haggard for the mockery

Betrayed, discarded

With no will to fight

A dying old man

Filled with regret

And promises broken

Reduced, frustrated

With the foretaste of relief