Blood and Sands.

Here where there`s reason to mourn Here where the rivers sob at all times, Who would enter the day with a song? Who would look at the glancing sun? Who would dance where misery`s the beat? Who would laugh where sorrow`s the joker? In this place of ours where the fear of the unknown rages without end, where misfortune pours upon our heads her lover`s oil, where all we do is die in short-short slices; Who would rest? Who would slumber? Who is able to drink of sleep`s cup/