In the depths of my wake
I find it hard to fake
So I don't even bother
The outcome will never foster
My well being or happiness
I used to try hard for this
Those days are finished
The grandeur now diminished
Cause I know honor doesn't exists
A hunter may conquers his quarry
But there's no greatness in the midst
There is no such thing as glory
Everything dies and turns to soil
It matters not how hard you fight, how long you toil
The bounds of humanity will be bared down on
By the vastness of eternity and glimpses of dawn