• Across the ground I drag my feet,
    Moving towards my goal.
    Be it Devil or Angel I meet,
    I'll offer up my dried out soul.

    The sun is falling beyond the hills,
    And the shadows are growing large.
    I recall past romance and fleeting thrills,
    But slowly onwards I continue my charge.

    I crest the hill and stare at nothing,
    A tree my only company.
    I stare at the world, always just staring,
    I gaze at so much but I don't really see.

    I stand on a branch with rope in my hands,
    And the sun hides in the earth in defiance.
    The darkness is to bright as it covers the land,
    And I'm nearly deafened by the silence.

    The rope is fasted to the tree,
    A lifeline it would seem.
    This final act is all that is left of me,
    The life I leave seems like a bad dream.

    The rope snaps tight,
    I am robbed fo my breath.
    I bid a farewell to night,
    And embrace loving death.