A bleak fog that is death
Our body's slowly aging
Getting older wishing
Wishing to be young and free again
Burning with passion
And yearning with fate.
The fog creeps closer
We grow older and search
Search for the well
They call the fountain of youth
We stumble we fall
Death shall have us all
We hear his whispers
We here his songs
Luring us closer
trying to beat dawn
Dawn comes and deaths fog disperses to come again at twilight
One more night and death will be upon us to never be young to burn with passion or yearn with fate
We are beyond death and beyond youth
One more time we say good buy as twilight comes and death has won.