In the end
my days are over
we're damned after all
I am tired of the sun
the sun was setting in all my glory
my are's are tired for I am weak
They turn away from me
with weapons sharpend and aiming for me
your condesending rant
madness
madness over comes me like a cloak
the days are over
I raise this steak and stabith the ground
my friends diverge to better sides of life
live and forget me
is what they will do
in the end
the horrizen will brighten as the darkness
of me parisises in fire
in the end there will be nothing more
to dim the world and all it's glory
