Masters of Jest

There's a way that seems right unto mankind 
But therein lies the ways of death 
It takes a lot of trying to keep on denying 
Paupers and peasants, masters of jest 

Unrealized, mortality thrives 
Finally gives way to the ending age 
No strenght in numbers, wing left or right 
The Morning Light brings times decay 

All our ways that seem so right 
Lay inside the ways of death 
All our trying and our denying 
Paupers and peasants, masters of jest