Assuming it's so over there That there is nothing after hell You'll blame yourself, you've slept all life You'll blame yourself, you've wasted your life So you have to stop looking back here The hardened ground you're stepping on Is a dead turf, burned with idleness Is like dead moss, lying on a stone Bring me strength and Bring me health and Give me help to Take back reins My water source Quenches my road Wet and sprout the plants that will guide me Towards a more worthy end Worthy end Worthy end Worthy end