No Rest for the Wicked (Poetry - Song Lyrics)

There’s no rest for the wicked
There’s no grave for the last to fall
I fight my battles willingly, but
I cannot win them all

I see the tyrants standing
I hear their evil spell
And I pick up my weapons
To send them straight to hell

There will be no grave for me,
No one will mourn my fall
But I will fight the good fights
And try to win them all

No rest for the wicked
And there will be no rest for me
I fight my battles willingly
Even the ones no one will see

In the future I will stand
Against the ones who rule
And I will fight until I drop
I am nobody’s tool.

And when I die my corpse will stay
Upon the field where I fall
Surrounded by my enemies
For I will kill them all

There’s no rest for the wicked
And this is my atonement
When I die I’ll go straight to hell
But I will follow the ones I’ve sent

No rest for the wicked
No grave for the last to fall
I fight my battles willingly, but
I will not win them all