Awaiting the Arrival of Death
Living in the shadows
In the cold darkness of night
I long this transformation
Awaiting the arrival of death
Flooded dreams that haunt your growth
The feeling of apathy
Comes creeping unto me
I look around to see
That nothing will ever be the same
Never to return
To the warmth of this mighty sight
Drowned from destruction
Remembering voices that declare war
Spirits of the dead
Calling my name from the grave
From a lost place in time
When will it be my last breath
I look around to see
That nothing will ever be the same
Never to return
To the warmth of this mighty sight
Writer/s: Demopolis
