Feelings of oblivion , through ages it kept me haunting
The relentuous times where dawn was but a mere torture
Death could never be so kind to the Children of the night
Let darkness enter and may the right beings come
Black horse running in a desperate attempt to stop the quaking
Every single arrow leading to its capture
A life so unfair as death was much more than a fright
But deliverance from the claws of deception brought freedom
To those who much desired a taste of it
Nothing comes without a price and had become sour
All the creatures that roamed in the other realm’s kingdom
Burrowed their way to death and suffocated on its rage
Nothing came close to the changes that occurred within in
Never to be anything remotely concrete as I suffered the Hour
Of eternal salvation as it approached a seldom
Way of life, came clean with what I didn’t have in a cage
Emotions are the misleading signs of one that is ticking
Proximal estimations weren’t yet put as innovations
Though you can always smell the fear created upon habitants
Of the darker realm, of the broken down and wounded
As lightning will crash down and with it bearing
The thunder that rolls and pushes the confrontations
And in a nation that held no commands for the abstinent
Though the gloomy skies could never be soothed
Kill not the moon as she so kindly given herself
To a world bearing no gratitude for the free things given
Mystery becomes light and light is nothing but darkness
Incidentally things were everything else than a proliferated world was
« Could she have even though of killing herself »
Death whispered in my vacant mind and I was driven
To relate to whatever had poured it’s misery over us
Covered in time’s black drapes, now let me fade away to what I once was…