The wind of life and air up above
it all smells of death
demons and angels sing of the end
theres nothing to say
you cant change this day, nor this time
we all prepare to die
we all get ready to fall
we arent ready to lose it all
tis the end of all that was once great
brought down by all or malace and hate
two in my heart, they left me alone
i stand alone, if they come back
it will never be the same
violence, has called to me
no you go and my heads spinning
left for dead now i see the path
turn run mortal or feel my wrath
and down, from the sky
i bring you deaths for my life
to what i am confined
you are all gone in the black of the night
you will bow before me
i am your master now
but one request i will alow
before i strike the final blow
GO BACK! ! !
TO THE LIFE I NEVER HAD! !
THE DEMONS CALL YOUR DEATH!
RUN BEFORE I TAKE YOUR FINAL BREATH!
and i feel time just pass me by,
regrets for the rest of my life
to what i am confined
you're all gone in the black of the night
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Get that feeling of being alone and isolated