The Loss
At last my time has come
Saying farewell is nearby
I’m hunting you down
Never letting go of Thé
I smell your scent
A scent of downfall
I’m scared, scared of the unknown
Tough my future has been sentenced
I won’t rest until I’ve embraced you
I’m fading away
Everything is turning into darkness
I bring silence over the plain fields
Shadow’s I create
Humanity crumbles down, decayed through the Loss I bear
The path that lays before me is withering
No trail of the tears I’ve shed
Vanishing like ice before the sun
I feel Thé, getting closer and closer
At last I have found the Loss
Myself