In days cut short
Of warn out soul
While immortality
Insist on growing old

Through tired eyes
Too dim to see
When from this evil night
My soul shall flee

How quickly
A simple smile fades
There shall be
No comfort, nor praise
Ridicule nor disdain
No eyebrow raised
In the bitter end
Of my days

All but love
Shall not delay
When the spirits
RIP my soul away
The harbinger's words
The curse of life
This has been a losing fight

There shall be
No comfort for me
No I don't believe...