The torment of this world
Is unbearable to some
The lightning strikes our soul
The failed soul travels
The foe of hearts is like night
With a blade in it's hand
It strikes
The cold rises
The heat fights
To the floor it will fight
With fear it cries
A shriek is heard to the peak of the earth
The rain falls
The thunder strikes
The blood drifts But the body's stiff
The soul moves and sees
A light
A light so bright and a dark door that mourns
A voice is heard
Choose a path
The choice you make
Will make your last
