New daggers find their mark, it seems,
Always on the poor, it seems.
One life, a thousand torturers rise,
One life, beneath unseeing skies.
Let the soul's tears be dust, forgotten,
Let the soul's tears be gone, unspoken,
Let the soul's tears be dust, forgotten,
Gone, unspoken, unheard.
Stains upon the hem, the mark of loss,
New daggers find their mark, and cross.
This path of life, it never ends,
This path of life never bends.
To break the head, new stones appear,
New daggers, born of endless fear.
What tests does time bestow on courage?
What tests does time bestow?
What tests does time bestow on courage?
What tests does time bestow?
We bear the blades, for ages old,
One life, a thousand torturers unfold,
New daggers find their mark, so bold.
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