Blade descending from the sky
I hear the wenches final cry...

Crows flock to endless meadows
where battles of ages past...

The window is open wide
let the dark match the inside...

Back and forth the struggle consumes you whole
Finding solace in the conflict of the soul...

As I sit in my pool of growing despair,
and wallow until not even I, myself care...

The world is a state it seems,
mindless and drifting throughout dreams...

For those who can understand,
pain inflicted by the hand...

As every heart is broken,
and every man becomes a shell...

As the one little flicker dies,
as the one hope I have is gone...

What is in a name?
is it a summary of who we are...

As i fall, fading into nothing
my life flashes before me...

If there is a god
then why is he so crewel...