Ready or not, some day it will all come to an end.
There will be no more sunrises, no days, no hours...

We wake,
I pray...

Red eyes.
Upon the dark...

Pond, lonely moonlight reflecting from it,
I look how the wind is altering the surface...

Without you,
everyone can hurt me...

I dropped the blade that was held in my hand
Awaking to see what was left of a man...

Birth was my first sin, be here,
to cry, with my scream silence tear...

Here I sit, stare nothingness through my tears...
feeling how life just fall through my fingers...

In the misty void of my hollow soul
An angel appeared of the grandest kind...

With a few words, my heart is torn,
from my pain, only sorrow is born...

In my life I have lost some things, twice...

Rays of light, last in the sky,
with descending sun, soon to die...