Ninety Nine Times Denied

something has come about the moon and sun have been drowned out nothing is going to change this miraculous endeavor nobody has ever told me to go about this any other way time to fly soar so high ninety-nine rounds denied yes, the 100th one will hurt bring it back time to score yes they want me many other ways satan has drawn his cape he's cowered beside the fire shadows overwhelm his weakened, weathered frame he whispers in, my withered ears ninety-nine times denied ninety-nine times denied all in vein yes, the 100th one will hurt