Darkness slowly rising, yet not here still
Twilight promises the arrival soon at hand
Shadows lengthening, the Reaper closing in
My candle fades in wind, my Life a broken strand
As the flame perishes, a silence, nocturnal peace
Approval of my dying at Bodom, at last
I've left my fears nor do I bear regrets
Only loved ones will be here, grievance dark & vast
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