they were born to lead this world into the new apocalypse, and then there came lightning rumblings thunder hailstorm and earthquake, we are not welcome into this realm of death.
falling in darkness away from my soul, seeing the light imagining how my preexistence was, entering the light now i m free.
feeling like an old person in his final, dealing with dull memories of my life, to dust i shall return.
transcending my bygone glory, far from dishonour away from hatred, i survived.
the wind is shaking the cold is bitting, i was hoping you’d take me away with you, where have you gone my little leaves ?
metal bleak creations, shaped as tombstones, are swallowed by the cold.