Early in the morning, not having fully risen from slumber, its dreadful task begins anew.
Slipping away, the moments, the memories they fade.
A night of wonder, a stint of lust, all fall back to dust.
And that, too, is blown away.
Mine enemy, is thine enemy, such a cunning foe.
O', do thee not know, this foe?
Slipping away, the moments, the memories they fade.
A night of wonder, a stint of lust, all fall back to dust.
And that, too, is blown away.
Mine enemy, is thine enemy, such a cunning foe.
O', do thee not know, this foe?
