Ink blots out the light
The end is drawing near
Smoke chokes out the light
I am full of fear
...
I don't know who is standing in the street
They wear a hood to mask their shadowed face
The stranger waves as if they want to greet
But then they start to walk at a brisk pace
...
Death Of The Light
Ink blots out the light
The end is drawing near
Smoke chokes out the light
I am full of fear
Ash falls upon the light
I watch as it burns
Shadows fall upon the light
Never shall it return