I know that my old life is ending. very soon I'll lose my breath. But raise up high or slow descending. Death is a forecourt to hell, where the lost of humanity dwell.
"Holy was the star from which you were born. to a world where darkness and fear take form. A lonely sould with a heart of light to find. beyond reality, forgotten in time.
A shapeless form. A mindless soul. Senseless with no control. Eyes so closed. A heart that sleeps. A memory, a thought that is gone. I am born. Still I'm no more.
My tears were flowing down to the ground. a sad stream of silver is a mournin' mans gold. And where the seeds of sorrow soon were found. a flower of light, the omen saw the world.