We march on the path of wrath

To feel the peace

We walk on the path of salt

To taste the honey

We march on the path of thorns

To smell the flowers

We march on, we do

We march on the path of evil

To embrace the angels

We march on, we do

We cannot stand still

We march on to find our way

And at the end, at the end of the path

Because the path has an end

At the end of the path, we say

Weren’t there other paths? Weren’t others

Where we could march on to find our way.