I can feel it,
The end is near,
But no one sees but me.

It get darker and darker,
The lights is leaving,
But no one cares.

The few are the chosen,
And the other was left behind.

From which it is taken,
and whom that is hiden.

It is always like these,
from Womb to Tomb,
from Dawn to Dusk,
till death do us part.