It’s not yet time, but I can feel it coming my way
I’m regretting this already, with each aching day
It’s like this huge beast that I simply can’t defeat
Yet without it I am utterly incomplete

I can’t help feeling this way; you can’t blame me for the dark
That deep, seething rage that always leaves its mark
Just close in one the pain and let it all repeat
But without it I am utterly incomplete.

And the songs of the black whisper well into the night
Yet I revel in its presence and welcome its sight
And if this is how it ends, then its no great feat
For I know that finally I will be complete