ONCE more into this Fray,
One last good fight I will ever know,
With the Man itself.
Live and Die on this day,
Live and Die on this day.
I don't know whether the one above me,
holds the fruit of my life or not,
and keep living on would reap me nothing.
Except I live in this mere oblivion,
Where I would be born and perished every day.
Would I I be made to sleep on feathers
While I am fitted with wings.
That shall carry me to heaven,”
As I have been good to his Holiness.
Would my body be toned apart
and carried on a ship with others,
Which have known no destination but the hell itself.
As I have been sinful and betrayed his holiness.
I don't know whether the one above me
holds the fruit of my life or not.
But I do know this that he would watch over me
as long as I am in this sinful body.
Which has done nothing but curse him for this life
Which has ever been good,
And shall remain so.