Told that our lives are mundane, choose instead to be bold
Trapped in dungeons, victim of abduction, lost in the mist
Every second we live is one second held from the abyss
To leap into the gaping maw of existence, my consumption
We must rebel, a truth sewn with doom, and try to find bliss
Become the heroes of our own stories, ended with a kiss
From the angel of Death, Azrael or oblivion
We will embrace eternity, hope or damnation
I am ready, I am alive in every moment
Because Death waits for no one
