Caught as you are in the trouble and strife

Best make what you can of this mortal life

Well some people make things and others destroy things

Beware when dangers slip in

Of damage adventures will bring

For life is a hazardous thing

That slowly seeps under your skin

And causes your being to sting

Well the fickles of providence will or they won't

But you're damned if you do and you're damned if you don't

Some people will love you and others will hate you

Never heed what doubters say

Your instinct will show you the way

In times when you wander and stray

No master for you to obey

Save dying for some other day

Well the spoils of friendship are bitter and sweet

So take a close look at the council you keep

For some people will aid you while others will fight you

But what do you really know?

Just into which battle do you go?

Examine your own shadow

Your adversary it may show

As clear as the horns that you'll grow

As clear as the horns that you grow

As clear as the horns that you grow