Текст песни The measure of - victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools

Strange how bodies change,
How the time takes its toll
But we’ll never collect driving on these old roads

Here comes the world, falling like a ton of bricks
On the edge of ice and darkness
But, alas, a warm ray and a breeze from the sky

Oh, judgment

Though, the wind and the cold froze the pen for this prose, the tide will mend our hearts
Let courage flow
Though the wind and the cold froze the pen for this prose, the ice will mend our hearts
Let courage flow