Final Hour
I subside
but dont accept the things they say
I´m left to die
Like a leaf that shivers, in the first of may
Soon forgotten and soon to fall
cursed in vain within these walls
My final word, is that of this
If I had a tounge, I´d speak my wish
But the voices do not listen
Just keeps mumbling on
of guilt and of pressure
and of all that I´ve become
A rape of culture and of gods
Left to die in written words
A man of sickness repents his seed
The plague that pillage entire worlds
But at the end, I´m still alone
with all the lies the voices told
just a man strapped to bones
with promised dreams turned deadly cold
I will hide out here at the end of lives
where the water turns and the burden strives
I think I´m speaking of goodbye
singing tunes where hope will fry
