A Matter of Good and Evil

Love and hatred, they make a pair
One breaks his bones to make a wage to take home, the other one’s an heir
There’s some scribbled scrawling in a sacred scroll concerning prophecy
The pictograms depict a man who dimly stands triumphant but unseen
Inching close those foes will go to war

Never seen a brawl like this, the opposites attract
One towers over with its hulking size, the other is no match
Place your bets on who might win this
I think we all know who the obvious pick is
Whеn a matter of good and evil comes to blows, it's a grim tablеau

Living and dying, they make a pair
One prowls at nights in cowls and tights picking fights; the other’s got green hair
All who breathe so hollowly look over their shoulder, a bit ashamed that they peeked
His clientele, the lifeless shells know well that he’s out there. He’s the face of defeat
When you're young, he knocks, for us, he roars

Never seen a brawl like this, the opposites attract
One towers over with its hulking size, the other is no match
Place your bets on who might win this
I think we all know who the obvious pick is
When a matter of good and evil comes to blows, noble neck’s wear ropes