Our Greatest Curse Lyrics

These shriveled sinews and this bending frame
The workmanship of Time's strong hand proclaim
Skilled to reverse whatever the gods create
And make that crooked which they fashion straight

Hard choice for man, to die or else to be
That tattering, wretched, wrinkled thing you see

Age then we all prefers for age we pray
And travel on to life's last, lingering day
Then sinking slowly down from worse to worse
Find heaven's extorted boon our greatest curse

The thin edge between life and death
colder by the hour, more dead with every breath