The end is drawing near
Can't you feel it, too, my dear?


Slow the breathing, my love
Soon...soon, it will be gone





Leave us, heathen
Leave us to live in peace

Slow the breathing, my demon
Soon my pain will be gone



You've served your purpose
What little that might have been
Now go on and cease
Can you leave us feeling proud?

Grasp your last days of life
Love your one true love
The bottle you always hold dear
Never the ones that are near

Ignorant you are to the pain
But, that is fine
Sweet salvation is near
So, slow your breathing, my dear.

Your life will fade away
As will our pain
I will never forget
How can I forgive?

You don't deserve
You can't have us
Our pain will fade


So, slow your breathing, my dear
The end is drawing near.