The Ballad of James Howlett

It’s been a long, long time since 1882
I’m not sure how many more moons I can take
Won’t you put me in the grave?
In the Alberta pines, I had a home
I found my bones, I killed a Rose, I have hurt
When will it be my turn?
There’s something to be said about a quick death, no time to wonder why
Wring out every breath, don’t fear the reaper
Know there’s an end in sight
Pity the man who can never die
In my chest is cold, cold steel
The scars I left they don’t quite heal like mine
But they’re with me all the time
Cut your teeth and move a bridge
It’s not for trying that I’m living still
But they have lacked the will
There’s something to be said about a quick death, no time to wonder why
Wring out every breath, don’t fear the reaper
Know there’s an end in sight
Pity the man who can never die