A walk to Heaven isn't any better   With legions' fresh ascent   First they dwindled like always   And then I regretted closing my eyes   See, this dream was not inevitable   In the war of reds and golds   Our hero was gold!      Anon, with each pronunciation   Banners were smouldering, then dying   And burning my intestines   Taking away, alas,   All that kept me alive   Hast thou not crept up upon me?   Cruel poison of Life!   Thou hast taken everything.   But what hurts me is that   You've slobbered filthily   O'er the delicate lips of a delicate girl   And I shall announce what you are...   Yes, away thou goest   Into the desert betwixt blue angels   Choose thy canon and execute   Never is the morning of thy age!