What is this life,
in which we dwell?
In an aging body,
a most fragile shell.
Bring forth the help,
I will not tell,
for my life descends,
a path to Hell.
What is this life,
in which we dwell?
In an aging body,
a most fragile shell.
Bring forth the help,
I will not tell,
for my life descends,
a path to Hell.