The light will fade in this day of sorrow.

A black candle shines before my eyes.

My thoughts are lonely and empty.

Tired I stare into the burning bright flame.

All light will cease. It's just a matter of time.

The day, the candle, the sun and the stars.



The dying is waiting for the fall.

The dying will leave the world without a hope in the

blackest dawn.



I drift away into the flame.

The candle is burning weaker.

Now it's almost gone and I meet the fear that I've hidden

from.

The ashes of torture fills the ground.

A blood red sky has turned to black.

Like everything will.



The dying is waiting for the fall.

The dying will leave the world without a hope in the

blackest dawn.