Through

All the powers of darkness

And the shroud of the night

I can’t hold them off

I can’t stand and fight

My soul’s been consumed

By their black burning fires

Through my skin it crawls

My soul it desires

The light that once was

has now disappeared

And I now am controlled

By all that I’ve feared

My mind’s not my own

I’m a hollow grave

A whole lot of nothing

And a mindless slave

Don’t try to save me

For I can not be aided

I have been and will be

Forever feared and hated

The end is near

No salvation has come

All that I hear

Is the beat of Hell’s drums

Speak to me, Lord!

In my last fragment of time!!

I reach out my hand…

And I feel yours in mine.