The day when he comes
With reaper and sack
To cull the living
And to remove the weak
Hallowed Eve of Sorrow
No more fear of the day
Called tomorrow
I am ready
In fact
I await
You can't see my pain
So I keep silent
Some call me insane
Because they fear
All they do
In life
Is fear
But I await the day
When I am shed
Of the cloak
Of flesh
And to draw a breath
Of eternity
Waking up
Shed of this skin
Shed of this world
And alive
ALIVE
