The Following

There isn't much in this, our life
And not much after that, our death
Too feel all this, survive the strife
To make it to that, the final breath

Because the end is always so close
Because the beginning stays veiled
And you can't regret what you chose
Even if you are to soon be healed

The lord of darkness, forever shadow
Who leads those who have no lord
And always wants us blindly to follow
While he dictates with the sword