The Dying

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