What's behind these widened eyes
That terrifies the kindred spies
Of blighted men? Where heroes lie
On truths and lie to try to hide
That truth sometimes only belies
The reality that paralyzes.

This insight of slighted mind,
When one finds writhing inside my eyes,
Captivates and stirs up fright:
The twilight of eternal night.
The light will fade and time will slide
Into its end til all expires.

Necrotic ruin blooms to life
Consuming and dooming the world to die.
The living will cease to feel the fire
Of life inside to drive them higher,
But instead feel cold and putrid and mired
As the end of all becomes entire.

But the revelation is not so dire,
For the night makes way for the morning sky.
When the age of these "heroes" has passed by
Then so too will their tired lies.
Oblivion welcomes all inside
Its blissful dark to draw us nigh.

Together we'll wait, our time to bide.
The fears of men are hope revived,
As the farce is deadened. No more contrived
Lies of men we once thought wise.
Their wizened souls get left behind
In the nothingness to eternal reside.