Abade Lyrics

All life take care of all the things
Then we die grieving for our sins
Hardly daring to breathe and
on his eyes steady as she goes
Her salty hair,
take off her clothes
And though he walks the midday sun
He carries his own vile dungeon
Around with him and he's of
All the more reason to be full
of life, full of sound
and fury
Don't be long
Where were we?
Where we belong.