The Setting of the Sun

I am alone, I am my own

Do whatever I do

I am a man; I am a god

A pauper just like youAll is well with the setting of the sun

All is well with the setting of the sunCause to fight, cause to die

For the glory of truth

Cause to rise, cause to fall

It's all bitter yet trueTeach to beg, teach to rule

The master is not you

Teach to love, teach to hate

Now wicked and cruel