They were curving down in loops
Doing nothing and yet complain
I don’t need a rest to say
Things are better this way

My friends see I’m a coward
I do it, because it’s on my shape
I don’t need to rest, my king
Show me it’s better this way

Anilius, anilius
Anilius, anilius

Trying to access the regret
Doing nothing and yet I’m set
To be a fucking honest man
As they sure say

Upon the shade and the trap
Going down, but bringing you in

They end me as a coward
I’m not, but it’s on my shape
I do need to rest, my king
Tell me, are things better this way?

They treat me as a coward
Why you do it? Because it’s on my shape
I need eternal rest, my king
Things will be better this way

Anilius, anilius
Anilius, anilius